Trap Boom (Explicit Album Version)

Trap Boom - Three 6 Mafia/Project Pat

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

Rocks under my balls pistol in my drawers

A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off

For those who comin through this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer

Tony Montana chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface" ni**a

The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla

Got killers posted up e'ry Goldfinger's a trigger

Her-on is so intense the syrup goin by the ounce

Put the money in my hands cop your goods and then you bounce

See I ain't the ni**a that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks

I'm the ni**a that was out at midnight to drop off a block

In a tinted out Maxima they low-key and quick

Snowin out the do' with a glock and a trunk full of bricks

I make the track BOOM BOOM without even touchin it

As for my black heaven I'm just supplyin it

I went to Key West and picked it up back in Memphis broke it up

Call my ni**a in get our Crist' then we split it up

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

His d**e sales are up a ni**a feelin bellish

His pockets swellin cause e'rything he's sellin

The heat is on the street my niggaz gettin jealous

The chopper's on the seat to cut you up like relish

The hood ain't changed got these niggaz still tellin

To lock this ni**a up a two-time felon

This boy ain't bullshittin he'll kick in doors and kill 'em

And hide them bodies good that you cain't even smell 'em

He niggarish and ignorant so F**K who in your crib

This gangster life he livin it so f**k your wife and kids

These janky niggaz on the town I hope they know the biz

To all you federal tattletales swap out where you live

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I make the trap - BOOM BOOM

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls

I got soft I got hard I got pills I got balls