Trap Trap Trap by Rick Ross
Key: EmEm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Chorus: Rick Ross]
Em
I took my roof off at the red light
Am                            Bm
I took my roof off at the red light
Em
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Am                            Bm
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Em
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
Am                            Bm
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
Em
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Am                            Bm
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Em                            Am                            Bm
First one on the block, woah, I need mine off the top, uh
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Overtown, he got shot, but he died in Opa-locka
Em                            Am                            Bm
Couldn't save one lung, hit 'em up, hmm, hmm
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See the look on my face (woo!) like Carol City one state
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Niggas hate on my sound, 'til I went the first round
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Then I earnt the Lombardi, ain't no fuckboys allowed
Em                            Am                            Bm
Only fuck if she exclusive, her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
Em                            Am                            Bm
To tell the truth I didn't ask, when it come to bitches I'm Gucci
Em                            Am                            Bm
I'm the wrong one to rob, in the jungle I'm Nas
Em                            Am                            Bm
In the label I'm Russ, in the trap I'm Rick Ross
Em                            Am                            Bm
Double M, Goldman Sachs, just like Omar and Khloe
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You can't dial for the packs, I sent you right back loaded
Chorus: Rick Ross]
Em
I took my roof off at the red light
Am                            Bm
I took my roof off at the red light
Em
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Am                            Bm
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Em
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
Am                            Bm
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
Em
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Am                            Bm
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Verse 2: Young Thug]
Em
I was tryna bet the whole map
Am                            Bm
Out in Vegas, out the trap
Em
Niggas talkin' 'bout raidin' the trap
Am                            Bm
Man, I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin' ape shit)
Em
Nigga, watch your babies in the trap
Am                            Bm
Nigga cookin' oil base in the trap
Em
Young nigga slave in the trap
Am                            Bm
Nigga run base, base in the trap
Em
I'm 'bout to get this shit movin', yeah
Am                            Bm
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Em
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
Am                            Bm
I'm 'bout to get this shit cruisin', yeah
Em
Stand at the stove 'til you're woozy, woozy
Am                            Bm
Let's make a movie, movie, yeah
Em
Move, move, move
Am                            Bm
Bitch, I'm richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
Em
So many different meds on me
Em
Fuck around, call the Fed on me
Em
Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, homie, reds
Em                 Am                            Bm
Draco got a lot of lead on it, you dead
Chorus: Rick Ross]
Em
I took my roof off at the red light
Am                            Bm
I took my roof off at the red light
Em
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Am                            Bm
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Em
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
Am                            Bm
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
Em
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Am                            Bm
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Verse 3: Wale]
Em
Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh
Em                 Am                            Bm   
I ain't nothin' like the trap niggas, Goyard backpack nigga
Em                 Am                            Bm
Uber crates 'til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga
Em                 
I'm the type, holla at the wife
Am                            Bm
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Em                 
Adios, do a hundred 20
Am                            Bm
All she want is good dick and advice
Em                 Am                            Bm
Wraith, scrappin' my tires, Jameson 'til I'm fried
Em                 Am                            Bm
Famous here but I'm humble, Double M the Empire
Em                 Am                            Bm
Renzel got me all day, I'm Kyrie, he LeBron James
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Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top
  Bm
I've been SportsCenter every day
Em                 Am                            Bm
I ain't nothin' like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes
Em                 Am                            Bm
I kinda never do back down, leave a nigga high via rap lines
Em                 Am                            Bm
Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it's black lives
Em                 Am                            Bm
Black lives, nigga, trap lives, gimme five on the black side
Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
Em
I took my roof off at the red light
Am                            Bm
I took my roof off at the red light
Em
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Am                            Bm
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Em
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
Am                            Bm
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
Em
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Am                            Bm
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap