[T.I. talking]

Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty

Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45

Well shit what you need shawty

Ay these these bd's right here shawty

Ay this that this that noyd too shawty

You can't get no better than this right here

Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then



[Verse 1]

A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times

The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9

Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes

Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind

Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind

Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)

It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead

It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared

I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads

The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead

Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell

Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale

Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty

Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty

Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp

Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp

For the...



[Hook]

Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga

The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga

I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga

The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga

 

Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga

The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga

Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga

This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga



[Verse 2]

Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah

Nigga want that weight got it for the high high

You can't even supply the package I buy

I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry

Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes

Buy my own blow so the profits all mine

How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind

Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind

C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine

Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine

Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac

Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back

Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack

Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back

I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more

Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow

Getting do' fo' sure



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard

Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb

Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living

If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?

What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?

If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round

Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound

Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down

37's ki's in da grill of the broam

Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes

All most gone ain't got but four mo'

Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow

Nothing left for you but to count my do'

Just something else to do while I blow my dro'

350k what I paid for the shit

Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks

Getting rich in this bitch



[HooK: 2x]



(T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)



Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL

From the SWATS on Campbelton Road

on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand

On over to Candler Road

Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur

Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty

Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low

I'm coming to get some

Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty

Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good

On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there