Trap House

I thought I told ya, I had it sold up, I make them spend you want that glass or else you get that blow up, all these junkies no my name they probably watched me grow up, been in the trap house since a youngster boy I sold them boulders show nough, I mean whoa man my trap stay booming all that traffic in and out that shit there start to spook me, hay no I keep that 30 bitch I shot like curry bitch, trust in believe that I'm not worried bitch just know I'm thugging it period I've been jugging in finessin all them packs up out my trap house breaking them pounds selling ounces even selling grams, every single day a nigga wake up catch a play, in my trap house I keep a strap cause this shit ain't safe All they long the swing my door my trap stay open twenty four you can't jug your pack like me cause your trap house be moving slow, you got a plug well maybe so but he want throw you no elbow, every time he hit you off you always known to come up short hay pack and the mail box smelling like pink runts I keep the pressure you got that cheap bud I got to make sure that my niggaz eat good I stuff a whole three five and a back wood niggaz aint trapping these niggaz just rapping know I be having they know I be snapping feeling like flipper not talk athletics I run up them numbers I know my mathematics, A in my trap house house you might smell a funky odor, I'm in the kitchen with the soda but this not peso cola in my trap house theirs junkies sleeping on the couch and my trap house they ship it in we move it out.