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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Vocals
DJ Toomp
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aldrin Davis
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Toomp
Producer
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's time to get trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin', ho
I show these sucka **** how it go
I show you how to move a lot of blow
**** say they lie, but they lie
So it's time to get trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin', bitch
Hey, who that say I'm not the shit
Hey, really who you know that's hot as this?
Seriously, I'll show you how to do this shit
[Verse 2]
It's time to get them bricks outta that bag
Put that scale back on that desk
Set that Visionware on taht stove
Next to that bakin' soda and Pyrex
Drop that water off of that pot
Let it boil up and get high
Then whip it good with your wrist like this
That's how you triple every brick you get
Made paper off of that yayo
Ask Jason 'bout me, bet they know
Your bitch'll fuck when I say so
Plus got head busters on my payroll
[Verse 3]
This Bankhead, homebody, we don't play
Violate me and this'll be your day
Catch a **** comin' out a DOA
Hit 'em with the chopper, leave 'em DOA
You can play with ****, not me, okay?
Them other **** suckers, I'm a G, okay?
T-I-K-I-N-G, okay
Just respect that shit and you'll be okay
Let's get this straight once and for all
I'll run this shit, bar non of y'all
And not one of y'all **** bigger than me
Can't none of y'all take this city from me
Take years off and I'm still tight
I half ass and they still like it
Kick trap shit when I feel like it
Dope boys know what I live like
Dinero off kilos, big bank rolls, don't see lows
Off OZ's, make zeroes, here we go
[Verse 4]
It's time to get trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin', ho
I show these sucka **** how it go
I show you how to move a lot of blow
**** say they lie, but they lie
So it's time to get trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin', bitch
Hey, who that say I'm not the shit
Hey, really who you know that's hot as this?
Seriously, I'll show you how to do this shit
[Verse 5]
It's time to put that work back in that stash box
Put that rent-a-car on that slab
Hit taht highway for 'bout five days
Then come back and get cash
Got halves, quarters, and whole things
Chevrolets and them gold things
Got Rolex's, got Benzes, and it's all off of that cocaine
It's a cold game, but it's cool though
Work get gone and I move blow
Won't sit on it, it's too low
You got 21? Well, here you go
I got big whips, so sick y'all
And big suites, about six broads
Your shit hot, oh, yeah, bro, that shit drop won't sell much
Platinum all on my wall, dawg
Crib big, it like a mall, dawg
I'm doin' numbers like call logs
Lil' small money, I call y'all
My house worth your whole life, your condo's my old ice
You **** barely in first class, I charter G4 flights
Can't tell me shit, homie, down here, I'm good as it gets, homie
Ain't nobody got shit on me, I'm a lil' ****, but I'm a big homie
I'm big homie, do big shit, no World Cup, I kick shit
Ride foreign, but don't forget that I'm back trappin', got more bricks
[Verse 6]
It's time to get trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin', ho
I show these sucka **** how it go
I show you how to move a lot of blow
**** say they lie, but they lie
So it's time to get trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin', bitch
Hey, who that say I'm not the shit
Hey, really who you know that's hot as this?
Seriously, I'll show you how to do this shit
[Verse 7]
It's time to get them pre-paids and them metros
They're activated, talk in code
Over here, we got big blow
Next door, pounds of that petrol '
We get dough off anything
Got Actavis if you sippin' lean
Prescription pills and molly
Even got heroin if you 'bout it
Shawty, my shop open up all night
Got blocks stack, they're all white
Don't like me, that's all right
Come fight me, ****, yeah, right
And **** get wrong and gettin' dead right
In your ass, ho, get embarrassed, ho
All about my cash flow
Your new bitch was my last ho
I got six sluts in my Maybach
Six pack under my tanktop
I got a snub nose that got six shots
**** try me, I think not
[Verse 8]
My temper bad, I might blink out
Bust a **** before I can even think about
What I got to lose if he bust a move
Well, I gotta do what I gotta do
Trap rollin', bumpin, always sellin' somethin'
You got it if you want it and whatever for the money
On my grind, they in line for their product from a dimer
They know where to find her, do you know it time for?
[Verse 9]
It's time to get trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin', ho
I show these sucka **** how it go
I show you how to move a lot of blow
**** say they lie, but they lie
So it's time to get trap back jumpin
Get shit back poppin', bitch
Hey, who that say I'm not the shit
Hey, really who you know that's hot as this?
Seriously, I'll show you how to do this shit
Written by: Aldrin Davis, Clifford Harris, Jr.