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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Christopher Gholson
Christopher Gholson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
Recording Engineer
Tristan Bott
Tristan Bott
Assistant Recording Engineer
Muzzy Solis
Muzzy Solis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Drumma Boy
I know I'm 'bout to go in right here
Yeah, uh huh, stay down till you come up
Yeah
Listen to this track
Let's go
[Verse 2]
First to tell you motherfuckers "Trap or die", that's me, okay?
Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that's me, okay?
Mister If-I'm-talking-you-should-listen, game is free, okay?
Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah that's three, okay?
Leave up out of here, with two bad ones, yeah, that's me, okay?
Mister Re-in'-up-with-'bout-two-Phantoms, yeah, that's me, okay
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me okay
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, not me, okay?
[Verse 3]
I'm a fool on that Avion, Snow-Snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke you like Swisher
You now my game tizzight
You know that's off tizzop
Presidential day day, looking like two blocks
They ain't known TuPac when he was on Death Row
All black Glizzocks, that .40 say "Let go"
All my **** 'bout it, all my bitches with it
One call, that's all, choppers 'em a visit
Real **** for sure, got a fetish for dough
Thirty-four a unit, nine-hundred a O
Break 'em down into zips
That's a hell of a flip
Had 'em, now they gone
Guess who's taking a trip
[Verse 4]
First to tell you motherfuckers "Trap or die", that's me, okay?
Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that's me, okay?
Mister If-I'm-talking-you-should-listen, game is free, okay?
Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah that's three, okay?
Leave up out of here, with two bad ones, yeah, that's me, okay?
Mister Re-in'-up-with-'bout-two-Phantoms, yeah, that's me, okay
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me okay
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, not me, okay?
[Verse 5]
When L.A. Reid was in office, made some history up at Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', ****, what the fuck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my album on Atlantic
I really hope you ready, vice presi' in this Presi'
Got some shit off in my bezzy
So what you saying? My wrist is heavy
[Verse 6]
All white penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With brown skin thing, swear to God she look like Kelly
Two-door Rolls is how I'm rolling
Plus you know a **** I'm totin'
Keep that street **** paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the double XL
Read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin'
In that four-door Accord, what's up?
[Verse 7]
First to tell you motherfuckers "Trap or die", that's me, okay?
Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that's me, okay?
Mister If-I'm-talking-you-should-listen, game is free, okay?
Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah that's three, okay?
Leave up out of here, with two bad ones, yeah, that's me, okay?
Mister Re-in'-up-with-'bout-two-Phantoms, yeah, that's me, okay
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me okay
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, not me, okay?
[Verse 8]
Snow can eye ball a seven
Yeah you better believe without the scale
I just won the mansion and the riches, yeah, without the jail
You can call me post man, I don't go nowhere without some mail
In and out in twenty minutes, you better believe I'm making bail
Put you on designer watches
Put you on designer frames
Have catching out, paying for you-can't-pronounce-the-name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
I sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Got so many Lambo's thought I was a Lamb' ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, **** thought I owned a Rollie store
Snow, it's been a while, yeah, you know them streets miss you
I don't eat, sleep or shit with out my motherfuckin' pistol
What's up?
[Verse 9]
First to tell you motherfuckers "Trap or die", that's me, okay?
Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that's me, okay?
Mister If-I'm-talking-you-should-listen, game is free, okay?
Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah that's three, okay?
Leave up out of here, with two bad ones, yeah, that's me, okay?
Mister Re-in'-up-with-'bout-two-Phantoms, yeah, that's me, okay
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me okay
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, not me, okay?
Written by: Christopher Gholson, Jay Jenkins
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