TRAP HOUSE (feat. RICH DALE & JB PAYME)

Never been a hater I just do me
Choppin down these ps feel like Bruce Lee
Just made another pass I feel like Drew Brees
Get a nigga knocked off for a QP
Rolling up vlone runtz and it got me stuck
This lil bitch just called said she wanna fuck
Off these yellow bars like I ride the bus
Gotta keep a stick like I gotta puck
Nigga only fuckin call if you want two ps
Niggas cuffin rats how you get cheese

These shoes I got aint even out how I get these
Six hundred dollar slides bitch Balencis
I never need a hoe im what a bitch need
I counted my first ten when I was sixteen
Bitch how the fuck you mad wit all this money here
I flew you out to Bali cause its sunny here
We shoppin on rodeo what you wanna wear?
She love me cause I tell her what she wanna hear
Im fuckin on yo bm while yo baby here
I nut all on her edges and her baby hairs
Dont pull up on my block cause it get crazy here
We pullin up in brooklyn she think Jay-z here

Feel like money mitch but aint no ricos
Steady serving junkies through my peep hole
Junkies on my line I need three phones

Junkies lined up out my trap house
She think this shit my brib this my brack house
Bitch I smoke exotic not no cheap shit
I feel like my bitch hate me cause im lit af
Remember I was broke but now im rich as fuck
Im acting like I care but I dont give a fuck

The trackhawk got cameras see a opp when I back out
I was mobile wit the pack I was quick to bring the trap out
They like JB balm down why you always got yo strap out
Bitch im quick to pop a perc hit the bong I dont pack stouts
Me and bro got (shhh) swear to God we bout to head south
Caught a opp lackin fucked his bitch pussy and mouth
Yea ten racks on a opp put em in the grave
Yea pit shit wit this fraud get paid different ways
Im brazy wit that bopstick let it sing and let it serenade
Bop quick to leave a opp bloody let em marinate