OJ da Juiceman feat. Gucci Mane Make tha Trap Say Aye Lyrics

The Otha Side of the Trap Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 I Be Trappin'
  • 2 Good Night
  • 3 Hell of a Life
  • 4 Nah Ming
  • 5 Batman
  • 6 I'm Gettin' Money
  • 7 Washing Powder
  • 8 Make tha Trap Say Aye
  • 9 50 Bricks
  • 10 Yung Juice
  • 11 Old School Cars
  • 12 Cop a Chicken
  • 13 Banker
  • 14 Bouldercrest
  • 15 Trap Work
  • 16 OJ Flyest
  • 17 Yeah
  • [Intro - Juiceman]
    Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
    Juicy! Gucci!
    Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment

    [Hook]
    Quarter-brick, half a brick
    Whole brick, aye!
    Quarter-pound, half a pound
    Whole pound, ok!
    100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
    Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: "Aye!"
    Quarter-brick, half a brick
    Whole brick, aye!
    Quarter-pound, half a pound
    Whole pound, ok!
    100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
    Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: "Aye!"


    [Verse 1 - Juiceman]
    I'm booming, I'm bunking, I'm serving all the babies
    Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
    Young Juice man and my life is like the J.Kidd
    With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady
    Banana-donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
    LeBron James wrist when I'm fuckin' with the capers
    Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
    Wake up, booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
    Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs
    Bourbon shoes, walking in the head of the gators

    [Hook]
    Quarter-brick, half a brick
    Whole brick, aye!
    Quarter-pound, half a pound
    Whole pound, ok!
    100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
    Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: "Aye!"
    Quarter-brick, half a brick
    Whole brick, aye!
    Quarter-pound, half a pound
    Whole pound, ok!
    100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
    Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: "Aye!"


    [Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
    I'm twerking birds in so we working [x3]
    Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
    We big, flip jugs, we tote it off the forklift
    The way my plug kick you'd think he had a black belt
    My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
    2000 pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self
    Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
    Red rag in my pocket same color my 'Vette is
    My number lower than a ├ęse from Texas
    A quarter mil' in the mail is an investment
    A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
    An Eagle on me, boy, I'm known to tote a desert
    I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
    He want a brick I told him "meet me by the Checker's"
    I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
    He want a brick I told him "meet me by the Checker's"

    [Hook]
    Quarter-brick, half a brick
    Whole brick, aye!
    Quarter-pound, half a pound
    Whole pound, ok!
    100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
    Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: "Aye!"
    Quarter-brick, half a brick
    Whole brick, aye!
    Quarter-pound, half a pound
    Whole pound, ok!
    100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
    Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: "Aye!"

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