Trap Shit Gucci Mane (Ft. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Zaytoven)
Trap shit
Trap shit (Huh)
Trap shit
Trap shit

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Sellin' Vin Diesel, strong Cookie, that Keisha
Gucci poppin' P's like Georgia just made it legal (Wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (Phew)
All-gold rocket, the socket matchin' my Foamposite
You's a nobody, she goin', she fuck with everybody (Go)
Lil' 'Crest boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body?
Four pockets stuffed and LaFlare, we bust at everybody
At Club Crucial, thеse hood bitches, they lovе Crucial (Wow)
That's my young shooter, recruit him to send some slugs through you
We search 'em 'fore they come in the trap, might have a bug on 'em (Huh?)
He's a walking dead man, don't know it, he got a dub on him (Yeah)
Beat him with a bat, then fuck it, pour kerosene on him
Everybody searchin' for holmes, but we ain't seen homie
Chainsaw massacre, call 1017 on 'em
Make it look drug-related, man, pour some lean on him

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Everything I rap 'bout official, I'm from the streets, bitch (Street)
Hundred thousand all my pockets, this ain't no sweet lick (Sweet)
'Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, bitch (This a Patek, bitch)
All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, bitch (They all on fleek, bitch)
All my bitches wearin' designer, I don't want no cheap bitch (I don't want no cheap bitch)
Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, bitch (On the front seat, bitch)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (Wow)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (Yeah)