King of the Trap Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Big Stacksss)

[Intro: Big Stacksss]
What it do, nigga?
It's your boy, Big Stacksss, mane
I'm right here with my nigga Waka, mane
So Icey Entertainment, mane
Meet the Paper Gang, nigga
Let's get it, baby
The best in the streets, nigga
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 nigga stay strapped
My nigga 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 nigga stay strapped
My nigga 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 nigga flex?
I'm about that check, so bitch, 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