Make the Trap (Aaayy) (feat. OJ da Juiceman)

Ayy ayy ayy ok ok juicy gucci juicy gucci half a brick, half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi, ayy ayy ayy ok ok ok ayy ayy so icey entertainment

Quarter Brick, half a brick,

Whole brick (Aaay!)

Quarter pound, half a pound,

Whole pound (Okay!)

100 pillz, 1000 pillz, servin major

Weight

JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap

(Aay)

I'm twerkin birds in so we workin Packin a truck stop to train a back in

We big flip jug we tote it off the

Forklift

The way my plug kick ya think he

Had a black belt

My scale so big big boy can weight

It's damn self

2000 pounds of mid I sold dat shit my

Damn self

Washer full of cash dryer full of X

Pillz

Red rag in my pocket same color my

Vette is

My number lower than a ese from texas a

Quarter mil in da mail is an investment

A sniper rifle like a soldier in the

Desert

A eagle on me boy I'm known to tote a

Desert

I sack a ounce up before I sold a

Record

He won't a brick I told him meet me by

The checkers

I sack a pound up before I sold a

Record

He want a bet I told him meet me by

The checkers

I'm boomin I'm buggin I'm termin all the

Baites

Rap game ezy but da dope game gravy

Young juice man and my life is the

Japerz

With stupid fruity crazy swag jumpin in

Yo lader

Banana donk chevy interior like the

Lakers

Lebron james wrist when I'm fuckin with

Yaper

Hit the trap, stay down watch the paper

Wake up

Boomin out da house and J askin for a

Waiter

(half a brick whole brick got me buyin jacobs bourbon shoes walkin in da head and da gators)

Young juice man god dammit I'm da shit