Traphouse

Stuck inna trap house cleaning the racks out Fucking this bitch and im blowing her back out Stuffing my pockets you know we got racks now Serving these feins and im moving these packs now Reach for my chain you know I ain't going Beam on his head and von know im blowing Ice out my wrist and I thought it was snowing Hitting her once then you know that im throwing Stuck inna field im with my steppers F*ck the fn we got barrettes Aye stuck on the drugs im doing better Stuck on your love im doing better To the bag im running im running And these hundreds keep coming keep coming Growing up I had nun had nun Now the money keep coming keep coming Keep coming Keep coming We spin on yo block get ta dumping Aint no stopping till b boys get to slumping Growing up in the field we had nothing Now we buy all the stores we still stuntin I prayed for these days now its coming I feel up my pockets with hundreds If we aint got no trust we got nothin You niggas be cappin be bluffing yea Say they want smoke then we pulling them shots out Say we won't press them well gang they gone act out Want feel like Tony Montana and have a couple racks Trapped inna trap house All of my niggas we with all the bullshit locked up nigga I couldn't do shit But you know that I keep me a full clip In them trenches with them killas we ruthless Got some money and I got me a drac Bitch I hand with my day ones cause niggas is snakes Niggas change on they brotha for cake It a be the ones that smile in yo face I stay with the gang man them niggas aint fold Both of my brothas they stuck to the code Ate up that time and he came out on go Mentioning them and you know im gone blow on gang Stuck inna trap house cleaning the racks out Fucking this bitch and im blowing her back out Stuffing my pockets you know we got racks now Serving these feins and im moving these packs now Reach for my chain you know I ain't going Beam on his head and von know im blowing Ice out my wrist and I thought it was snowing Hitting her once then you know that im throwing