King of the Trap lyrics

[Intro: Big Stacksss]
What it do, n*gga?
It's your boy, Big Stacksss, mane
I'm right here with my n*gga Waka, mane
So Icey Entertainment, mane
Meet the Paper Gang, n*gga
Let's get it, baby
The best in the streets, n*gga
Believe that

[Chorus: Big Stacksss]
I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap
Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a n*gga stay strapped
My n*gga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing
When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing
I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap
Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a n*gga stay strapped
My n*gga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing
When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Oh let's do it, shawty said he need the bricks
I come masked up and strapped up, so don't flex
I'm thinking to myself, why not sell this n*gga flex?
I'm about that check, so b*tch, where the money at?
I don't really play 'bout that, where Flock in the trap
Beat it off the tip-top, shoot you like a jumpshot
That's how Waka Flock rock, my trap boom like a beatbox
My bass bump so good, Gucci bump me by the [?]
I popped two beans, now I'm out of here
Hey, like real talk, seen a hundred pounds, man
Dope in my mouth, so you know my tongue numb
I got mid in my nuts, trying to sell this onion
[Chorus: Big Stacksss]
I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap
Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a n*gga stay strapped
My n*gga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing
When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing
I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap
Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a n*gga stay strapped
My n*gga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing
When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing

[Verse 2: Big Stacksss]
My whole life, I trapped, I'm talking dope house
f*ck n*ggas racks, I'm talking mighty mouse
Two bricks and a scale at my mama's house
By the stove while she cooking up some sauerkraut
Real n*ggas in the street, that's who I'm talking to
Fake n*ggas, go ahead and hate, that's what you're prone to
My whole life in the streets, getting to the money
When I was broke, they was happy, now they looking funny
Big Stacksss, motherf*cker, that's a damn shame
So much money in my stash, I changed it to my name
So much knowledge on the streets, I had to stuff my brain
So much sauce on the work, I give it to you wings

[Chorus: Big Stacksss]
I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap
Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a n*gga stay strapped
My n*gga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing
When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing
I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap
Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a n*gga stay strapped
My n*gga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing
When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing
[Verse 3: Big Stacksss]
I'm aggressive on the lane like a kid's toy
And bringing pain and a lot of heat to you f*ckboys
Grinning in your face, you need to press your face
Before I give you a brand new fist to taste
And it got a lot of cocaine residue
And I stomp you with the sh*t under my tennis shoes
Big Stacksss, the Chatt-town representer
The dope be losing, but n*gga, I'm a f*cking winner
I'm in the hood, on the streets like a mailbox
My bricks multiplying, call them chicken pox
I write my own sh*t and speak this sh*t first-person
I had to close the blinds 'cause these f*ck n*ggas is lurking

[Chorus: Big Stacksss]
I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap
Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a n*gga stay strapped
My n*gga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing
When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing
I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap
Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a n*gga stay strapped
My n*gga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing
When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing