[Intro][J-Money]
Trap Squad Boyz....TSB....you don't know you better ask somebody....get this shit started!
[Verse 1][R.T.K.]
Me an' the crew in the 412
Doin it big we ain't fuckin wit you
Dirty ass homies better stop dey snitchin
Whinin ass hoes better stop dey bitchin
Stop fuckin around before we start trippin
The cops be comin you won't see me dippin
Da Homie's the fuckin CEO
See him walkin the street screamin "FUCK 5-0!"
J-Money runnin the crew full time
Fuck with him he'll pistol whip you wit his .9
The whole Squad be gettin pussy galore like Bond
We's puttin the artist back in con
From a squad to an army in just a few more days
Mafuckas thought it wasn't gonna happen now lookin amazed
Trap all day play all night this is the life of the TSB
Think we fuckin bullshittin? Say it to our face and see
Mothafucka
[Hook][J-Money][2x]
Puffin on chronic and sippin on patrone
Either way I know I'm not sittin here all alone
[Chorus][R.T.K.]
Trap Squad Boyz are runnin this shit
Talk shit and your ass gon get lit
Wanna battle your crew gon get hit
Y'all hatin ass playaz be suckin too much dick
What your witnessin ain't no trick
Tock tock tick ticky ticky tock tick
Thats your life clock bout to run out bitch
[Verse 2][J-Money]
I got my homies screamin' J-Money u need to calm down
Boyz be snitchin' everytime u come around
We rolled up to their spot
Shot until dey hit da ground
Dey askin' god wat da fuck we done did now
We shootin' everyone females we want 'em all
Cops came said get against da fuckin' wall
Fuck waitin' we gon' have bail by tomorrow
I asked my momz if shegot dat car dat i can borrow
We impatient cuz we some ma'fuckin trapstarz
We don't ask for change cuz we all fuckin' rapstarz
Wit as AK I gat range from over a fuckin' mile y'all
I'ma be on channe 4 again by a de-fault
Pulled da trigger yep
I got ya outta breath
TSB soldier i'm thuggin' till' my death.
[Verse 3][Lil A]
When Lil A step up to you all you do is run
You is talkin all this shit i better get my guns
When i see you on the streets all u say is don't kill me
I say what are you thinking i should cap you now and when you go to sleep
I am gonna come on down then i will pay my repects at yo
Funeral so thats that the lesson of the way i go
[Chorus][R.T.K.]
Trap Squad Boyz are runnin this shit
Talk shit and your ass gon get lit
Wanna battle your crew gon get hit
Y'all hatin ass playaz be suckin too much dick
What your witnessin ain't no trick
Tock tock tick ticky ticky tock tick
Thats your life clock bout to run out bitch
[Verse 4][Da Homie]
A yo it's Houston DaHomie
I can not be tamed because these is my domain
i just be going out and spiting my rhymes
and coming home fucking hot dimes
i do that sick shit all the time
thats why i am so fly
so you better stay strapped or your going to die
because i will come at you with my 9 lock and load
yea the Trap Squad Boyz love to promote warfare
and y'all yelling these ain't fair
Now I'm a chillen now and sipping on some sizzer
my head is spinning like a spinner
If i spit i no i will be a winner
then i get all the money
then party in Da Port with all the honeys
these shit ain't even fucking funny
i make y'all look like bitch ass dummies
and to think y'all could of run dis
but i will make all you haters meet my fists
this ain't a gay chick flick
i will lay your whole crew out with just one clip
so stop running around giving your lip to me
because your bitch is on the tip of my dick giving it to me
so stop being a little brick
man you no your just a bitch ass wanksta
[laugh]
More will be added as more is sent to me. I'm hopin to collect a verse from everyone that writes in TSB, but I ain't sure if its gonna happen. I know this kinda sounds like shit on the radio, but I'm tryin to get in the tone for my tape (Guide to the Mainstream) so its all cool lol. Anyway tell me what y'all think so far.