Trap Doing Numbers

[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
Mix the dope, all type— Woo, ahahaha, you somethin' else, nigga
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (Let's get it)
Woo, I be thumbin' through them hundreds
Fly Boy Gang, Clout Boyz (Hehe, Levi, you crazy)
'Cause the trap doin' numbers, huh, huh (Let's get it)
The trap doin' numbers (Fly Boy Gang)
I be thumbin' through them hundreds (Let's get it)
Let's get it (Shout out to the gang)
Let's get it (Trap, trap-trap-trap-trap, trap, trap)
Huh, huh (Huh, huh, huh, huh)

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie & FBG Young]
The trap doin' numbers, we got jabs in them bundles
Comma after comma, I be thumbin' through them hundreds
We got birds all winter and chickеns in the summer
Tell thе plugs to keep it comin' 'cause the trap doin' number
The trap doin' numbers, we got jabs in them bundles
The trap doin' numbers, I be thumbin' through them hundreds
The trap doin' numbers, tell the plugs to keep it comin' (Uh-huh)
We got birds all winter (GoDumb) and chickens all summer

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Okay, the trap doin' numbers, got the fiends steady knockin' (Trap Money)
But out the front, I'm watchin' 'cause the Jakes steady plottin' (Goddamn, goddamn)
Birds on display on the table for who shoppin' (Come shop)
With choppers in the closet and Uzis for who robbin' (Brrah)
I swear these niggas actors, they should get a Oscar (Flodgin'-ass niggas)
The way I move them chickens, should own a Harold's, partner
See, my daddy was a hustler, my broski was, too (Uh-huh)
Other brother tried the shit, fuck you think that I'ma do?
Got "Go get it" in my blood, this is nothin' out the blue (At all)
On the E-way with them thangs, got them coppers in my view (Get low)
And I start 'em with them bundles, I ain't goin' back to jabs (Why would I?)
Move straight to them whole thangs, I don't deal with halves, gang

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
The trap doin' numbers, we got jabs in them bundles
Comma after comma, I be thumbin' through them hundreds
We got birds all winter and chickens in the summer
Tell the plugs to keep it comin' 'cause the trap doin' number
The trap doin' numbers, we got jabs in them bundles
The trap doin' numbers, I be thumbin' through them hundreds
The trap doin' numbers, tell the plugs to keep it comin'
We got birds all winter and chickens all summer

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
The trap doin' numbers, yeah, we known to check dough (That bag)
If you wanna shop with me, hit my line or call lil' folks (Hello?)
What's the ticket for the coke? Shit, we got it for the low (The low)
With them grams, I'm the man, bitch, I think I'm Shawty Lo (Let's get it)
Yeah, 'cause we got it for the L-O
Trap house boomin', got it shakin' like Jell-O
I don't say bye to the money, only hello
She ain't fuck me, but the bitch fucked Mello
Damn, and the trap goin' stupid (Stupid)
Smokin' dope, gettin' zooted with a thot named Susie (Argh)
See, Susie ain't a goofy, and her coochie wet, jacuzzi (Wet)
She gon' sell all my bags and she gon' tote my Uzi (Huh, huh, huh, huh)

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
The trap doin' numbers, we got jabs in them bundles
Comma after comma, I be thumbin' through them hundreds
We got birds all winter and chickens in the summer
Tell the plugs to keep it comin' 'cause the trap doin' number
The trap doin' numbers, we got jabs in them bundles
The trap doin' numbers, I be thumbin' through them hundreds
The trap doin' numbers, tell the plugs to keep it comin'
We got birds all winter and chickens all summer