Trap House
Huh
Haye haye
878 nigga
Anno Gang nigga
Aule! Soobax!
Gang
I cop it, repress it, I'm reckless I stretch it, remixing the dope
I turn a 2 into a 4 bag it up and I sell it for low
Trap, trap, trap, trap nigga it's all we know
Only real killers and drug dealers up in my bando nigga in my bando
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
In the field up with gunners
Don't come up from the spot, hear the drop, we don't deal with newcomers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
My number 1 client call me up and said "Smoke I need a pigeon" (Where you at?)
So I copped it, repressed it
My bitch do the dishes
AK do the dropoff and lets do the pitchin'
Hoes love how we livin'
You gotta be a fisher just to step in my kitchen
And my hitters efficient
So Capo don't miss when he blowing that Smithen
Shooting guard is his position
He gon' shoot from a distance, he ain't leavin' no witness
To make it out the hood, no nigga that's the number 1 mission
So I invest in a Pyrex pot then my money start flippin'
Hey I be chippin, OT and Blacks flippin' packs that's how I made my livin' (OT)
I don't deal with new niggas cuz the new niggas be the ones snitchin' (No new niggas)
Burner on me I be grippin'
Rarri got the beamy gon' flip him
Shots let stumble then we trip him
Make sure he finished then we dip in (Gang)
I cop it, repress it, I'm reckless I stretch it, remixing the dope
I turn a 2 into a 4 bag it up and I sell it for low
Trap, trap, trap, trap nigga it's all we know
Only real killers and drug dealers up in my bando nigga in my bando
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
In the field up with gunners
Don't come up from the spot, hear the drop, we don't deal with newcomers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
I'm in the trap tryna add it up
Workin' the pot, let me add the cup
Supposed to be a 2 but I turned it to a 4
My clients they gon' be mad as fuck
But it's OK
I take that shit OT and back then I move the whole thing
Young nigga I caught up in the dope game
But I came up off my own name (That's crazy)
Broski told me once I touch 10 stacks ain't no looking back (Ain't no looking back)
I don't invest in a hoe lil nigga I only invest in my trap (Trap trap trap trap)
And I invest in my shooters
So all my hitters stay strapped
Free Mr. 47 and 50 shots, man I hope they come back
Ridin' in a white challenger with a bitch head on my lap (Skr!)
It's gon' be a hot summer (bisbas!)
And I put that on my mother
Shoutout to my brothers (Shoutout gang)
Chief Ano was a gunner
Money [?] in the trap doing wonders
Bitch pull up to a bumper
Pull up on a nigga and we shoot him like a jumper (Bang!)
I cop it, repress it, I'm reckless I stretch it, remixing the dope
I turn a 2 into a 4 bag it up and I sell it for low
Trap, trap, trap, trap nigga it's all we know
Only real killers and drug dealers up in my bando nigga in my bando
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
In the field up with gunners
Don't come up from the spot, hear the drop, we don't deal with newcomers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Haye haye
878 nigga
Anno Gang nigga
Aule! Soobax!
Gang
I cop it, repress it, I'm reckless I stretch it, remixing the dope
I turn a 2 into a 4 bag it up and I sell it for low
Trap, trap, trap, trap nigga it's all we know
Only real killers and drug dealers up in my bando nigga in my bando
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
In the field up with gunners
Don't come up from the spot, hear the drop, we don't deal with newcomers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
My number 1 client call me up and said "Smoke I need a pigeon" (Where you at?)
So I copped it, repressed it
My bitch do the dishes
AK do the dropoff and lets do the pitchin'
Hoes love how we livin'
You gotta be a fisher just to step in my kitchen
And my hitters efficient
So Capo don't miss when he blowing that Smithen
Shooting guard is his position
He gon' shoot from a distance, he ain't leavin' no witness
To make it out the hood, no nigga that's the number 1 mission
So I invest in a Pyrex pot then my money start flippin'
Hey I be chippin, OT and Blacks flippin' packs that's how I made my livin' (OT)
I don't deal with new niggas cuz the new niggas be the ones snitchin' (No new niggas)
Burner on me I be grippin'
Rarri got the beamy gon' flip him
Shots let stumble then we trip him
Make sure he finished then we dip in (Gang)
I cop it, repress it, I'm reckless I stretch it, remixing the dope
I turn a 2 into a 4 bag it up and I sell it for low
Trap, trap, trap, trap nigga it's all we know
Only real killers and drug dealers up in my bando nigga in my bando
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
In the field up with gunners
Don't come up from the spot, hear the drop, we don't deal with newcomers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
I'm in the trap tryna add it up
Workin' the pot, let me add the cup
Supposed to be a 2 but I turned it to a 4
My clients they gon' be mad as fuck
But it's OK
I take that shit OT and back then I move the whole thing
Young nigga I caught up in the dope game
But I came up off my own name (That's crazy)
Broski told me once I touch 10 stacks ain't no looking back (Ain't no looking back)
I don't invest in a hoe lil nigga I only invest in my trap (Trap trap trap trap)
And I invest in my shooters
So all my hitters stay strapped
Free Mr. 47 and 50 shots, man I hope they come back
Ridin' in a white challenger with a bitch head on my lap (Skr!)
It's gon' be a hot summer (bisbas!)
And I put that on my mother
Shoutout to my brothers (Shoutout gang)
Chief Ano was a gunner
Money [?] in the trap doing wonders
Bitch pull up to a bumper
Pull up on a nigga and we shoot him like a jumper (Bang!)
I cop it, repress it, I'm reckless I stretch it, remixing the dope
I turn a 2 into a 4 bag it up and I sell it for low
Trap, trap, trap, trap nigga it's all we know
Only real killers and drug dealers up in my bando nigga in my bando
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap, trap house doing numbers
In the field up with gunners
Don't come up from the spot, hear the drop, we don't deal with newcomers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Trap house doing numbers
Credits
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Bryan Williams, Karim Kharbouch, Orlando Jahlil Tucker
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