Traphouse Poetry

All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys Getting that gwapo Getting it pronto Call up my plug he told mea dub he pull up in bronco The beamer is Blanco I call it Griselda The 4s on the whip got em hating they jealous We getting the money aint shit you can tell us The Yayo that mayo we turn it to lettuce Teacher said id be a failure Bitch Im wavy like a sailor Gucci on me it look tailored Ask yo bitch and she'll tell you Had rocks in my J's turnt my jump mans to a dope man Im the weed man and the coke man Thats the Mary Jane and the Lohan Lohan With a white bitch in a brougham going Ham Ride around with a pack on me and a Mac on me Or that 44 that's the lil fat homie F*ck the police better keep them rats from me F*ck the fake niggas and the fake bitches turn they back on me All around the city yea the name ring bells All threw the projects all threw the cells All around hustler I get it for real Sending them packs out all threw the mail All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys 100 rounds on that choppa Hallows hit make the car flip Thats 30 rounds on that Mac 11 Make it hard for the doc to put u back together Thousand grams when that chef whip Whipping hard tryna stretch this I need 100 racks by the next flip If it don't touch down plug getting licked A1 bet it lock up Send it out get it boxed up My momma stressing her nerves bad She praying I don't get locked up All I know is this trap shit I be second guessing this rap shit I don't get along with these rap niggas That aint talking bout making packs flip Pulling out in them crack whips Got the thotianas doing backflips Strap the weight on to a little bitch Turn a skinny bitch to a fat bitch She tryna jump on daddy's dick But its no love for this ratchet bitch Put the girdle on we can take a trip You can suck me off but bitch that's it im gone All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys