Trap Boomin Gucci Mane (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
My trap beating harder than a bass drum(x3)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These bitches eating pills like they jolly ranchers
She took a pill then turned into a belly dancer
I'm cooking up this dope with 2 fucking bowls
I need an extra hand, I needs 3 extra stoves
I can make you dance, do an avalanche
It's your final chance, get your wedding bands
I keep that white girl like a white man
East Atlanta zone 6 you in trap land
My money got a vert, my shit jump out the gym
Bitches damn near break their neck, just too look at him
She don't really like me but she love my rims
Yellow Lamborghini same color my butter Tims

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God
My trap boomin' harder than your trap boom
My goons countin' money in the living room