[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 the 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 [Chorus] Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga [Verse 2] Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah Nigga want that weight got it for the 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 See 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard Me and see-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 you 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 you want to 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 [Chorus: x2] Hey one time for da dope boyz in ATL From the SWATS on Campbelton Road On over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand On over to Candler Road Hey I know y'all niggas out there getting money in Decatur Got damn hey we going on down to Miami shawty Hey we know y'all niggas got them things down there for the low I'm coming to get some Hey 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