Waka Flocka Flame — King of the Trap

[Intro: Big Stacksss] What it do, nigga? It's your boy, Big Stacksss, mane I'm right here with my nigga Waka, mane So Icey Entertainment, mane Meet the Paper Gang, nigga Let's get it, baby The best in the streets, nigga Believe that [Hook: Big Stacksss] I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a nigga stay strapped My nigga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a nigga stay strapped My nigga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Oh let's do it, shawty said he need the bricks I come masked up and strapped up, so don't flex I'm thinking to myself, why not sell this nigga flex? I'm about that check, so bitch, where the money at? I don't really play 'bout that, where Flock in the trap Beat it off the tip-top, shoot you like a jumpshot That's how Waka Flock rock, my trap boom like a beatbox My bass bump so good, Gucci bump me by the [?] I popped two beans, now I'm out of here Hey, like real talk, seen a hundred pounds, man Dope in my mouth, so you know my tongue numb I got mid in my nuts, trying to sell this onion [Hook: Big Stacksss] I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a nigga stay strapped My nigga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a nigga stay strapped My nigga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing [Verse 2: Big Stacksss] My whole life, I trapped, I'm talking dope house Fuck niggas racks, I'm talking mighty mouse Two bricks and a scale at my mama's house By the stove while she cooking up some sauerkraut Real niggas in the street, that's who I'm talking to Fake niggas, go ahead and hate, that's what you're prone to My whole life in the streets, getting to the money When I was broke, they was happy, now they looking funny Big Stacksss, motherfucker, that's a damn shame So much money in my stash, I changed it to my name So much knowledge on the streets, I had to stuff my brain So much sauce on the work, I give it to you wings [Hook: Big Stacksss] I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a nigga stay strapped My nigga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a nigga stay strapped My nigga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing [Verse 3: Big Stacksss] I'm aggressive on the lane like a kid's toy And bringing pain and a lot of heat to you fuckboys Grinning in your face, you need to press your face Before I give you a brand new fist to taste And it got a lot of cocaine residue And I stomp you with the shit under my tennis shoes Big Stacksss, the Chatt-town representer The dope be losing, but nigga, I'm a fucking winner I'm in the hood, on the streets like a mailbox My bricks multiplying, call them chicken pox I write my own shit and speak this shit first-person I had to close the blinds 'cause these fuck niggas is lurking [Hook: Big Stacksss] I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a nigga stay strapped My nigga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing I'm the king of the trap and I ain't talking rap Two Tecs in my lap 'cause a nigga stay strapped My nigga doing fifteen, it's nothing but a thing When he hit the streets again, we be doing the same thing