Trampa De La Casa

Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?
Nine9 made it

Finesse the niggas that be gullible
Pinky ring on me like I won the Super Bowl
If the bitch hit my phone, I'm like, "Osiyo"
Don't be callin' my phone for my pesos
I was smokin' on the cookie, not a Oreo
And I was smokin' with lil' Trippie, now it's Diego
Swear I'm all about my chips, about my nachos
Yeah, she wanna play my music, yeah, my audio
Hundred bank cards, I can't even play Uno
And I'm on Mars but I'm not chillin' with Bruno
And my pockets fat, but they fat like a hippo
And my Beamer fast and it's fast without nitro
I like Beamer cars, what the fuck is a Volvo?
Came up on my own, bitch, I came up novo
I was in L.A. coolin' with my brother Sito
Smokin' on supreme, I'm not talkin' the box logo
And I get shell like a motherfuckin' taco
I need my money ASAP, ain't talkin' 'bout Flacko
Ball on these niggas like I play for Chicago
Ridin' on my Mongoose, used to ride down Largo

Walk up in the trampa de la casa
Walk up in the trampa de la casa
I used to walk up in the trampa de la casa
And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza
Finna walk in the trampa de la casa
And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza
Finna walk in the trampa de la casa
And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza



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Writer(s): 0, Mehki Corpening
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