[Talking over beat]:
  
   [T.I. trappin']
   Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
   Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
   Well shit what u need shawty
   Ay these these bd's right here shawty
   Ay this that this that noyd too shawty
   You can't get no better than this right here
   Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then
  
   Verse 1:
   A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times?
   The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
   Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
   Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind
   Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind
   Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)
   It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
   It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared
   I got tha hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads
   The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead
   Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell
   Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale
   Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty
   Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty
   Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp
   Made a song for the niggas and the j's in da trapp
  
   For the...
   HooK:
   Da dope boyz in tha trapp nigga
   The thug nigga, drug dealer where u at nigga
   I say the, da dope boyz in tha trapp nigga
   The thug nigga, drug dealer where u at, a where u at nigga
  
   Ya dope boyz in tha trapp nigga
   The thug nigga, drug dealer where u at, a where u at nigga
   Ya dope boyz in tha trapp nigga
   This for da, ya dope boyz in tha trapp nigga
  
   Verse 2:
   Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah
   Nigga want that weight got it for tha high high
   You can't even supply the package I buy
   I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry
   Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
   Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
   How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind
   Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind
   C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine
   Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine
   Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac
   Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back
   Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack
   Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back
   I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more
   Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow
  
   Getting do' fo' sure
   HooK: 1x
   Verse 3:
   I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard
   Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
   Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living
   If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck u doing in it?
   What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?
   If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round
   Unless u wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound
   Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down
   37's ki's in da grill of the broam
   Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
   All most gone ain't got but four mo'
   Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow
   Nothing left for you but to count my do'
   Just something else to do while I blow my dro'
   350k what I paid for the shit
   Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
   Getting rich in this bitch
  
   HooK: 2x
  
   {T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!}
  
   Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
   From the swats on Cantler Road on over to the westside on Bankhead, ya understand
   On over to Candler Road
   Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur
   Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
   Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
   I'm coming to get some
   Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
   Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good
   On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there