Waka Flocka Flame
King of the Trap
[Intro: Big Stacksss]
What it do, n***a?
It's your boy, Big Stacksss, mane
I'm right here with my n***a Waka, mane
So Icey Entertainment, mane
Meet the Paper Gang, n***a
Let's get it, baby
The best in the streets, n***a
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 n***a stay strapped
My n***a 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 n***a stay strapped
My n***a 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 n***a 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