Trappin - Chris Brown, Chris Brown feat. Flawkoe, Young Lo

I used to trap out the garage

Talkin' ounces, had bricks

Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick

I used to trap out the garage

Used to get 'em by the bail

100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale

I used to trap out the garage

Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash

Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin' glass

Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask

Put it all in a bag

I used to trap out the garage

These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch

Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch

Nigga money makin' Mitch, fast money, make it quick

50,000 on your head, let’s see how fast they forget

Fuck is you lookin' at with your lookin' ass?

Cause we flexin'

Not even Google Maps get you over here to this section

All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I’m protected

Make a move on my chain my nigga, coca taking your nigga

I used to trap out the garage

Talkin' ounces, had bricks

Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick

I used to trap out the garage

Used to get 'em by the bail

100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale

I used to trap out the garage

Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash

Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin' glass

Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask

Put it all in a bag

I used to trap out the garage

Yo soy el que sale a la esquina

manteca

No soy el que tiene receta pero te cocina

Tu sabe' lo' ciego no miran

Cadena que miran, que brillan

Tu sabe' nosotro' no tenemo' tiempo pa' pagar taquilla

Tu sabe' que traigo la niña

Si explota te estalla bocinas

Tu jefa se pone pa' mí

Me gusta pa' tí

La mando a la esquina

La mando a la esquina

Que traiga los

Que pague la cuenta

Que domina

El rey de la esquina

Mira

I used to trap out the garage

Talkin' ounces, had bricks

Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick

I used to trap out the garage

Used to get 'em by the bail

100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale

I used to trap out the garage

Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash

Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin' glass

Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask

Put it all in a bag

I used to trap out the garage

Sorry nigga, I don’t speak much, when it’s beef, niggas get touched

My young niggas shootin' shit Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch

It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb' doors

are up

Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up

Used to trap out the garage, sell packs to the stars

Was the man with the Act' and a plug for the bars

Had the MDMA 'fore they knew what it was

Man they kill 'em off of X, I’m a one stop plug

Young legend with the mud

Outlet and the plug

So when they ask me how I got it

I used to trap out the garage

Talkin' ounces, had bricks

Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick

I used to trap out the garage

Used to get 'em by the bail

100 packs, I ain’t even need a scale

I used to trap out the garage

Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash

Take a brick and make it skrt, that’s the fork hittin' glass

Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask

Put it all in a bag

I used to trap out the garage