Trap Boom Three 6 Mafia (Ft. Project Pat)

[Chorus]
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I make the trap, boom boom, I make the trap, boom boom
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off
For those who comin' through this ain't Casino but I'm your dealer
Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in Scarface nigga
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla
Got killers posted up, dope ends up in a trigger
Heroin is so intense, the syrup going by the ounce
Put money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
See I ain't the nigga that was up at five o'clock to sell no rocks
I'm the nigga that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a tinted-out Maxima, they low-key and quick
Snowin out the do' with a Glock and a trunk full of bricks
I make the track boom boom without even touchin' it
As for my Blackhaven zoners, I’m just supplying it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up
Call my nigga in, get our Crist', then we split it up