Trap Talk Lyrics - The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted - Gucci Mane

Started out with blood money 

50k in drugs on me 

...put thugs on me 

Just pulled up in the club homey 

We just put my thugs on it 

Home boy gettin his mug on 

Hey i wanna get my buzz on 

Fuck around ill put my gloves on 

Say no robbin how i eat 

B.c 32 thats my street 

Brick squad runners 10 million deep 

Im tryin to sell 10 billion keys 

Fuck what a bitch boy say to me 

Aka i stay wit me 

Mac 99 not far away my dogs dont even play wit me 

In my apartment 80 a piece 

Stack a piece 80 g's 

Old skool dope rider front 

Off set shots 73 

You say he's a traper pleas 

I hang around with a gang of thieves 

They prolly charge 200g's then sell your ass a sak of leaves 

Gucci mane fuck up the sound 

Dead drunk like my uncle 

Touch my brother dood n i'll cock and shoot or cut your throat 

Gucci mane fuck up the sound 

Dead drunk like my uncle 

Touch my brother dood n i'll cock and shoot or cut your throat 

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My cookers made a 50 pack i ran strait threw it 

Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk 

Bitch i bet up wit me talkin trap talk 

Im still in my trap house aka my blow spot 

Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door lockd 

Bitch im talkin trap talk 

Bitch i bet up wit me talkin trap talk 

55 white bricks fronted to me 

23 thous 5hunit a piece 

357 sit on top of the seats 

Plus a air 15 aint far from my reach 

Got a house on flashore sell nothin but dro 

Apartment on the crest ware i get all the blow 

Went from pan to preformin to a to the show 

Now a 26 a shocks sit up unda the rows 

A nigga thing he playin wit me betta play wit his noise 

Put a hole in his chest bout the size of a mole 

I gota j that swing my door n i pay them in coke i got cookers on my team that snort and i pay them in coke 

My cookers made a 50 pack i ran strait threw it 

Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house is boomin talkin trap talk 

Bitch i bet up wit me talkin trap talk 

Im still in my trap house aka my blow spot 

Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door lockd 

Bitch im talkin trap talk 

Bitch i bet up wit me talkin trap talk 

Theres not no one in the game wit more swagger than this 

I can score wit any ho wit just the flick of my wrist 

Diamonds sittin on my finger cost ten brick of the snif 

For this matchin cardia 20 bags of tha pills 

You can talk n say your sick but i aint goin legit 

Try n think of the newest murder gonna drop him again 

Flow harder than running water 

Tatted up like travis barker 

More swag than your baby father 

Wrist colder than northan border 

Lang gonna get you life in oreder 

Squares dont get no likin on 

Have my goons out back and slot-er 

Fuck around find you stinkin partner 

Thesis diamonds in this bitch look like newvo on my fist 

This shits with a twist so i keep a new bitch on my dick 

My cookers made a 50 pack i ran strait threw it 

Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk 

Bitch i bet up wit me talkin trap talk 

Im still in my trap house aka my blow spot 

Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door lockd 

Bitch im talkin trap talk 

Bitch i bet up wit me talkin trap talk