Beez in the Trap – Song and Lyrics by 2 Chainz

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Beez in the Trap’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Yo, man, man, uhh

Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothing
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothing
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap

Man, I been did that, man, I been popped off
And if she ain’t trying to give it up she get dropped off
Let me bust that U-ie, bitch bust that open
Might spend a couple thou’ just to bust that open
Rip it off no joking
Like your name Hulk Hogan
Niggas move weight in the South but live in Hoboken
Bitch, I spit that crack, like I’m in that trap
So if you need a hit then I’m with that bat

Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothing
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothing
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap

Okay now Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, put it in your kidney
Got a new LS 450, ain’t no keys in this do-hicky
If I weren’t rappin’ I’d be trappin’
If I weren’t trappin’ I’d be pimpin’
If I weren’t pimpin’ I’d be gettin’ it, period
I don’t smoke no Bobby, but my denim be from Ricky
Got your girl on Molly and we smokin’ loud and drinkin’
Got my top back so you can see what I been thinkin’
And if you know me then you know I’ve been thinking Franklin
Money, thousands, True Religion trousers
Got a private home, started from them public houses
Hair weave killer, ‘causing her arousal
Audi A8, told them “outtie 5000,” uh

Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothing
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothing
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap

Damn, damn what they say about me?
I don’t know man, f*ck is on your biscuit
If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch
I don’t know man, I’m shittin’ on your whole life

Damn, damn what they say about me?
I don’t know man, f*ck is on your biscuit
If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch
I don’t know man, I’m shittin’ on your whole life

Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap

Man, I’m out in Texas
Man, I’m out in A-town
Then I’m up in Chi-town or Miami shuttin’ it down
It’s that New Orleans, it’s LA or The Bay
It’s New York, Philly
And the whole DMV
I’m a Detroit Player, man it’s North-South Cack
Ohio, Pittsburgh, got St. Louis on deck
It’s Delaware, Connecticut, it’s New Jersey got hella bricks
It’s Queens, Brooklyn, and yeah, they wildin’
Bronx, Harlem, and Staten Island

Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap

Damn, damn what they say about me?
I don’t know man, f*ck is on your biscuit
If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch
I don’t know man, I’m shittin’ on your whole life

Damn, damn what they say about me?
I don’t know man, f*ck is on your biscuit
If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch
I don’t know man, I’m shittin’ on your whole life