2 CHAINZ Trap-A-Velli Tre LYRICS
DJ Bigga Rankin Intro
Don't matter how far the road takes you
Nothing in this world can refresh your soul like being home
But a lot of niggas done sold they souls and made the wrong decision
So they can't come back home
So they try to find another source but it ain't nothing like love from the streets
I cherish these motherfuckin streets
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A Milli Billi Trilli
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)
It's that moon rock shit
You gotta mix this with some regular OG
Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy
Cummin' a bitch and I go crazy
Spend all these racks and I go crazy
Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180
This how the lord made me
Drop the top and start sun bathing
Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked
Got all my side hoe frustrated
This the life I waited on
Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone
I don't know what you been waiting on
All that I know is that I been waiting long
I ain't waiting to get no lone
Provolone on top of Provolone
Mobile phone on top of mobile phone
I'on watch you niggas smokin' on
Pull my closet gotta Ost there
Mobile home on top of mobile home
I go to sleep with a rollie on
I start my car with remote control
Get some more pussy
I go to sleep with a condom on
Fuck it, I want me a milli
Fuck it, I want me a milli
Fuck it, I want me a milli
I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it
Fuck it, I want me a milli
Fuck it, I want me a milli
Fuck it, I want me a milli
I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Fuck I'm the king of the city
I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me
I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me
You don't want no problems, my guys [?]
My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty
Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece
My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece
I'm pourin' that gin in assembly
You niggas so fake need assembly
I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty
Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me
Fuck I'ma do wit this money, but walk in the club and start stuntin'
Push all my old bitches buttons
Came up from nothin' to something
Tell her take the stick, don't run from me
There's some for you, there's some for me
So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me
All that bullshit is up under me, smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed
All of this cash that's another thing
Black and yellow like a bumblebee
Fuck it, I want me a billi
Fuck it, I want me a billi
Fuck it, I want me a billi
I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it
Fuck it, I want me a billi
Fuck it, I want me a billi
Fuck it, I want me a billi
I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it
Fuck it, I want me a milli
So went and got me a milli
Now I want me a billi
I don't think I have a ceiling
I can come thru with no ceiling
I give a fuck how you feeling
I can tell you how you lookin'
Nigga you ain't used to winnin'
Had the chickens missing winters
In Miami, Mr. Winner
Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner
Maison Margiela Killer
Got a heart of a killer
Take the pussy, I'll kill it
What up Tip? What up Killa?
Fuck it, I want me a trilli
Fuck it, I want me a trilli
Fuck it, I want me a trilli
I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it
Fuck it, I want me a trilli
Fuck it, I want me a trilli
Fuck it, I want me a trilli
I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it
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Everything I Know
Everything I know [x2]
The streets have taught me everything I know [x7]
The streets have taught me everything (I know)
With my back against the wall ain't no pressure
When the defense really on, ain’t no test
Pull up real slow in a taxi
Gunshots turn em into athletes
I was hungry for a mil I gotta have it
Drove a couple couple cars up the mansion (Nah foreal at one time)
Smoked a whole seven sitting in the traffic
And niggas couldn't beat me if they practiced
Used to use my safe for a mattress
Used to use my mattress for a safe
See I could count a hundred thousand backwards (99, 98, 97.)
And I'm just tryna get it every day
They feigning for the trappers and the rappers [x3]
And now your mall on that, shawty what’s happenin'
The streets have taught me everything I know [x7]
The streets have taught me everything
Everything I know
Used to hustle at the store
Used to get it with my bros
Used to bet on tenfold
Now I'm all around the coast
I be all up on the pole
I be smokin' on that gas
It might make them bitches choke
Old school with the rallies
Used to meet them up at rallies
So it’s fuck your P
The streets have taught me how to get it (get it)
The streets have taught me everything I know [x7]
The streets have taught me everything (I know)
Everything I know
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Watch Out
Yo, okay
All my niggas with me
All my niggas with it
All my niggas balling
All my niggas athletic
All my niggas A1
All got street cred
All my niggas balling
All my niggas athletic
Pulled up in the phantom
Pulled off with a dancer
Got a pocket full of money
Kinda hard to keep my pants up
Nigga tryna run them bands up
Fuck a bitch with my hands up
Lil Que fucked the Xans up
Kinda hard to understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade
Call the bitch there a bread truck
Got the bitch going retarded
Call uber for a spare truck
All these niggas never scared us
All these niggas never ran up
Bitch tryna put the head on me
Niggas tryna put the feds on me
Niggas tryna take meds on me
Everything for the players only
Niggas sunny like Arizona
Gunshots just for saying something
Spraying shit like aerosol
You a foul and that's a fair ball
Nigga can't reach the goal
Keep shooting that there air ball
[Hook:]
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Hey, watch out lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch, I'm getting rich
Watch out lil ho
My partners still smoke on parole
They say that I'm crazy
I used to talk to a stove
I tell it to lock, shit I tell it a lot
Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot
You know I'm coming straight up the block
You know I'm coming straight out the top
Shawty said she want 5 million
Cause I told her to leave and call her a thot
Shit, you can like it or not, damn
I'm coming straight out the pot, yam
Still got some eq in my stock, man
Nigga I ain't gotta lie
Nigga I ain't gotta try
You waving that thing in the sky
We waving that thing at your body
We waving that thing at your eye
Look at the watch on my wrist
Yeah I don't mind watching my wrist
Told that lil bitch I'll pass
Nigga watch the assist, swish
I run the track like the marathon
You niggas softer than silicone
You know what it's like when the feeling gone
I know what it's like when the ceiling gone
I had a sit down with Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terror Dome
I used to serve at the Chevron
I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch
[Hook:]
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Watch out lil bitch
Hey, watch out lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch, I'm getting rich
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BFF
Whole lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself motherfucker I done it
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new thing for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay down like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it true
Anything and everything to get a loot
Nigga think they trill but I'm triller
Nigga think they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, gettin' massages
Keep dodgin' me and I charge up
Whole lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself motherfucker I done it
In first class they ask me what I do
Had a stove, microwave and a blender too
Pull up on your set in a 62
Pull up on your set just to send em through
Shittin' on them niggas like an animal
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga know I know I'm [?]
Niggas I know I know I don't give any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my drawers in the cleaners
Trap down the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you can't take it with ya
They said the feds out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on their Instagram
Hashtag making bands, yes I am
Whole lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself motherfucker I done it
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I Feel Like
(feat. Kevin Gates)
[Kevin Gates:]
Some individuals look at the accomplishments of other individuals and allow themselves to become jealous.
Everybody know what it take. Everybody don't do what it take, I don't get tired
[Kevin Gates:]
Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight
Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape
Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate
Don't give a damn what them haters say
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
Supposed to be winnin', yeah
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
No one gave me shit, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I'm
[2 Chainz:]
I did a song with Kevin way 'fore ya'll followed him on his Instagram
Did a song with Young Dolph 'fore ya'll even know what Memphis had
I intend to smash, no pen and pad
Married to the game, no strings attached
Married to the game, got a season pass
You wasn't here, [?] don't even [?]
From Decatur to [?] I make love with a mink on
I'm top floor, you need a key just to get off of
Need a key just to get off of
Need a key just to get off of
Hanging rappers on a chop board
Outline 'em in chalk Lord
Thought so
Trap nigga on a pop tour
Break dancing on cardboard
Wrist workin' that Pyrex
In the bando with that [?]
50 shots with my nigga Jonny
Somebody stole the truck from Benihanas
Next day he bought a new one
Like you win some and you lose some
[Kevin Gates:]
Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight
Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape
Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate
Don't give a damn what them haters say
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
Supposed to be winnin', yeah
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
No one gave me shit, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I'm
[2 Chainz:]
I'm supposed to be ballin', 'posed to be winnin'
I spent thousands on linens and this is just the beginnin'
I bought my momma a crib before I got my own place
Picked my pop up from prison and gave 'em places to stay
See I am handpicked by God, I defied all the odds
I need a sign that say foreigns only in my garage
You know I'm vicious and hungry, my competition is phony
I'm on my way, kowabunga
To all my cousins, I love ya
I work hard for this shit, I got sleep deprivation
My momma tellin' me, boy you gotta take a vacation
I got one in the air, another one in rotation
And when they ask me where I'm at, I say the trap my location
[Kevin Gates:]
Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight
Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape
Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate
Don't give a damn what them haters say
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
Supposed to be winnin', yeah
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
No one gave me shit, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I'm
[2 Chainz:]
When I dropped Trapaveli, I stayed in 3 star 'telis
With 2 time felons, one time I was bailin'
Every Tom, Dick, and Helen
They would act like they was reppin'
Who was real? Who was fake?
It was hard to keep it separate
And my bankroll big, this big, need excedrin
And excessive marijuana in my motherfuckin' prison
We would wrap it like a present
We would act it like the preset
You was actin' like a peasant
I hold an eagle in the desert
With the Rollie and the bezel
I was fuckin' with the bastards
Yeah I am so slick, bitch you better hit your hazards
And I bought a Versace plate just to eat my salad
And I can count money til I get a fuckin' callous
[Kevin Gates:]
Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight
Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape
Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate
Don't give a damn what them haters say
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
Supposed to be winnin', yeah
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
No one gave me shit, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I'm
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GOAT
(feat. The Dream)
[2 Chainz:]
I treat Goat like he was tata, dealin' up at Popeyes
In the fastline, I move him over to the right side
Mac-11 life style, burrrt then I hop out
Dem burrrt, then it's lights out, I'm spazin' on you right now
Mama's only child, the crack house was my daycare
Being front to god, grey hair, see that's that old money
Kenmore stove money, packs on G rouge money
Ridin' down in that foreign whip the color of snow bunny
Pull up right to the beach and left the boat runnin'
Soo sudden, you a comedian, all your flows funny
Dope funny, walk through the door, she like "Oh honey"
Plus I got a whip and a lock, they call me 4hunna
Tryna come clean off the spot, I'm talkin' detergent
Fuck her didn't answer my phone, I gotta leave urgent
Everythin' I did in the past was intellectual
Now it's Mr. Gimme-your-section-with-a-extra-booth
Show you what the extra do
Want a four door, so I bought me an extra coupe
One for me, one for me, really ain't no effort to it
Mr. Impeccable, turn you to a vegetable, fuck her on the sectional
Pull on her hair while she's lickin' on the testicles
Sixteen carefully, swag sold separately
Aimin' for the stars, so I fucked her on the balcony
Laid on the floor and I made your hoe come vacuum me
[The-Dream:]
I'm on my Bobby Brown, babe
Put it on me tenderoni
And I got one of you in every town
To put it on me, I'm never lonely
Swimmin' in your hits, babe
And I'm gone like trip, babe
Show out, show out
Show out, show out, show out
[The-Dream:]
It's all about you
It's all about you (everything we do)
It's all about you
It's all about you (everything I do)
It's all about you
[The-Dream & 2 Chainz:]
Every trapper, ever rapper
Everything I do
Every baller, ever actor
Just wanna impress you
Every actor, every actress
I just wanna trust you
I'm just tryna get you to that mattress
You're the finest that money can't buy
The finest shit that catches your eye, my
Now ball on these bitches
Go and ball on these bitches
Wanna see you ball on these bitches
Baby, ball on these bitches, yeah
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Halo Letter From My Unborn Son
(feat. Heaven Harmony)
It's going down if I say so
I come to raise hell, call me Halo
I'm growing up
I'll be out in a couple months
See right now I'm hanging out in my mama front
Oh dad, I heard you used to like sports, yeah?
Used to keep money in a sports bag
Heaven said you ain't be home in some weeks, nigga
Don't go starting that shit with me, nigga
By the time I get bigger I need a father figure
Someone to lean on
Sipping lean with your team, [?] big screen on you
You looking like a fiend, ho
You rap about triple beams only
In every argument you try to make my mama seem wrong
Fuck you, nigga
And Harmony know I'm coming
She would no longer be the youngest
She keep kicking mama in the stomach
I'm gon kick your ass when I get there
You know sibling rivalry, it's all love
We'll all fight and then all hug
Like damn daddy got a ball court
I'm like damn daddy got a four wheeler
Damn daddy got a sports car
Damn daddy been wanting a lil nigga
We got enough land to find Sasquatch
Damn mommy, daddy making money
What the hell you complaining about?
So what if he was fucking with girls
As long as he don't even bring them hoes to the house
Heaven straight, Harmony cool
I can't wait to get my own room
I can't wait till home room
I can't wait I'll be home soon like
I can't wait to meet them, can't wait to meet them
I gotta hug now mom
Gotta hug GGG, get babysitted by nanna
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Starter Kit
(feat. Young Dolph)
Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit
Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it
Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it
You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with
[x2]
Mama saying boy why y'all playing in that water
Got granny what y'all doing with my [?]
Bigger sister saying y'all lil boy look suspicious
Got mama saying what y'all doing with my dishes
Twelve came through and we had for the fishes
Got locked up in school, we ain't worried 'bout detention
[?] mama walking through the 'partments with a [?]
Whoadie mama said I know y'all boys ain't been to school
Hit the D-mall like a motherfucking school
Yeah we shoot but we in the pool shooting pool
[?] rushed the card I have to call the fucking [?]
If swag was a plane I'm finna motherfucking take off
Watch me shake the fake off, watch me shake the fake off
I am on so much green I can play golf
Kush pack and the rubber band and a digi scale
And a zip lock, residue all in my fingernails
Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit
Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it
Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it
You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with
[x2]
[Young Dolph:]
Selling bags, zip locks, six Glocks, twenty scales
Sick spot, fuck my car you should see what my bitch got
If you ain't get no money my nigga then you can't hang at this spot
Nigga wanna play then okay somebody get shot
Rollies for the whole team, urine full of codeine
Pounds on the Sunbeam, baby ballers with more lean
I'm young and dumb and I ain't got no patience
I'm 'bout to pull up at the trap and see what's shaking
I bought me fifty he front me fifty, I thought 'bout taking it
My nigga told me don't do it so I went paid the man
I let your bitch come to me and then told her get away from here
Strong packs and calculators, ain't nothing but a pint in that refrigerator
Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit
Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it
Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it
You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with
[x2]
