Trap Juicy J (Ft. Gucci Mane & Peewee Longway)

[Intro: Juicy J & (Gucci Mane)]
Mhm
ATL (it's Gucci)
Memphis, Tenn connect (turn up)
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Juicy J & Gucci Mane]
All my bitches call me papi
Sloppy pockets, I'm poppin'
All these dollars I been clockin'
It ain't no way to stop it
My wrist so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on watches
So much ice, drippin' off me
You and your bitch could play hockey
I'm sippin' lean out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics
I been countin' so much money, had to find me a hobby
I'm Czechoslaka, they watchin'
I got Rastas with choppers
Got the machine gun with cartridges
They runnin' in, they ain't knockin'
Steve Austin flossin', tell them it's a new boss in office
And if we ain't talking profit, it ain't no use in callin'
These niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses
I heard them haters tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

[Chorus: Peewee Longway & Juicy J]
Double down with two pistols, ain't missin' no target
Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin
Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your losses
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty
OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the officeThen put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossi
Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm flossin'
Trap