Trap Boomin' - Mike WiLL Made It, Gucci Mane, Rick Ross

Oh it’s holiday season nigga

My trap beating harder than a bass drum

My trap beating harder than a bass drum

My trap beating harder than a bass drum

Holiday season

Damn son where’d you find that

These bitches eating pills like they jolly ranchers

She took a pill then turned into a belly dancer

I’m cooking this dope with 2 fucking bows

I need an extra hand, I need 3 extra stoves

I can make you dance doing Everland’s

It’s your final chance, get your wedding bands

I keep that white girl like a white mass

East Atlanta zone at 6 you’re in trial land

My mind ain’t got invert, my shit jump out the gym

Bitches are down to break their neck, just too look at him

She don’t really like me but she love my rims

Yellow Lamborghini same color as my bottom teams

My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God

My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God

My trap boomin' harder than you trap booms

My goons money in the living room

My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God

My trap boomin' hard, bitch I swear to God

My trap boomin' harder than you trap booms

My goons money in the living room

Hey I see choppers ain’t no hoe niggas gonna stop us

Your old lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'

Holiday season bitch

Hey I see choppers ain’t no hoe niggas gonna stop us

Your old lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'

Hey I see choppers ain’t no hoe niggas gonna stop us

Your old lady so proper look at that pussy she poppin'

I pull out the rose and make that trap go to troppin'

When I pull out my money

Even these hoe niggaz watchin'

I hit a lick it I bought a wing stop

I sprinkle lemon pepper in that rerack

I took my time I had to build a fortress

Straight flouse and my closet look like Walter’s

Step back the peers I got my Gucci skully on

Shout out my Nigga Gucci know it money long

Got my bank money I got my lawyer fee

Shout out the brick squad, my shoes are quarter key

My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God

My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God

My trap boomin harder than you trap booms

My goons money in the living room

My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God

My trap boomin hard bitch I swear to God

My trap boomin harder than you trap booms

My goons money in the living room