Trap House

Bossgame in the motherfucka nigga
East Florence to East Atlanta
You know what the fuck goin on ya dig

Yea im bustin down these brickies at the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house, t
Hey gone pat you down before you hit the trap house
I be busting down a brick my trap house
Got me busting down your bitch at the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house
They gone pat you down before you hit the trap house
Yea im bustin down these brickies at the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house

Got your bitch bout to pull up to my trap house
Wit a couple mo Dutches imma cash cow
Before the hoe get naked let her blow loud you
Can call it what you want im from down south
Gotta few more plays coming right now
I told them it's enough candy homie pipe down
You know the youngins got the bomb if I ain't around
Even when a nigga gone I still run the town
Ain't no shop don't close, cause my shop don't close
Man my trap house twenty four hours
If you front the boy a pack and he don't come back
You can best believe he snorting that powder
Double R said he coming in a hour
I done smashed a bitch bout to hop off in the shower
Bout to get fresh and catch a eposoide of Power
And blowing on a dutch while im counting up my dollars
And everybody know Boss got the youngins at the door
But everybody round gone go
I bet you didn't know your baby mama just hit the door
Before you pulled up for the blow
And everybody know Boss got the youngins at the door
But everybody round gone go
I bet you didn't know your baby mama just hit the door before you pulled up for the blow
(I gotta on go)

Yea im bustin down these brickies at the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house, t
Hey gone pat you down before you hit the trap house
I be busting down a brick my trap house
Got me busting down your bitch at the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house
They gone pat you down before you hit the trap house
Yea im bustin down these brickies at the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house

Say we short on baking soda bring the drop out
We gone keep the bitch booming for we cop out
Know the real trappers know just what im talking bout its
Time to up them with the ticket this the price now
Before you make it to the door you getting pat down
While my Brodie hold the stick case it goin down
It's a different ball game when you come around
We layin bricks pussy niggas we don't drop pounds
I guess the nigga didn't know that I been fucked his hoe
When he see me yea his face looking sour
What the nigga shoulda known that the hoe been gone
Plus the money give a young nigga power
She suck dick if you give the bitch a dolla
Plus swallow nut and wipe your balls on a towel
A hoe gone holla if a hoe gone holla
But you can best believe Bossgame won't follow
You know I got mo and all my bitches got dough
So imma keep smashin on the low
I bet you didn't know that I was playing madden on your four
While you riding flexin on ya hoe
You know I got mo and all my bitches got dough
So imma keep smashin on the low
I bet you didn't know that I was playing madden on your four
While you riding flexin on ya hoe (you know im on go)

Yea im bustin down these brickies at the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house, t
Hey gone pat you down before you hit the trap house
I be busting down a brick my trap house
Got me busting down your bitch at the trap house
All my runts taught sticks at the trap house
They gone pat you down before you hit the trap house
Yea im bustin down these brickies at the trap house
Got me bust down ya bitches at the trap house