I Be Trappin’ (The Otha Side of the Trap...) OJ da Juiceman

[Chorus]
I be trappin', I be trappin', I be workin', I be twerkin'
I be movin', I be juggin', I be bustin' down them birds
I be trappin', I be trappin', I be workin', I be twerkin'
I be movin', I be juggin', I be bustin' down them birds
I be trappin', I be trappin', I be workin', I be twerkin'
I be movin', I be juggin', I be bustin' down them birds
I be trappin', I be trappin', I be workin', I be twerkin'
I be movin', I be juggin', I be bustin' down them birds

[Verse]
Trappin' is a must, I be servin' all the time
Man, I'm posted on the 'Crest with the bricks, pills and pounds
Old-school Chevy, twenty inches off the ground
Blowin' on this kush and roll it straight up out the pound
32 ENT, dawg, we constantly workin'
'07 Avalanche, same color as Urkel
Flyin' down 20 and we all smokin' purple
Twerkin' five phones, we'll call them chirp mobiles
Movin' units, dawg, that's an everyday hobby
Twenty-thousand dollars for the Juice to go shoppin'
Fifty-karat bracelet, eighty-karat chain
Spendin' big guap 'cause money ain't a thing
Got me movin', I be juggin', I be bustin' niggas' heads
With this A1 recipe, got me all this bread
I'ma stay ten toes and try to duck the Feds
Young Juiceman, bitch, and I ain't never scared