Trap House
It's the trap house
Not talking threes
I'm the best I can be
Popping these beans
No fucking with fiends
I'm fleeing the scene
I'm fleeing the scene, yeah
Drugs in my pocket
Flip all the work
Then we get all the profits bang bang bang
Me and Truie never stop it
Popping bottles in the club
Don P, get it popping
Never gone stop it
Do it till it's toxic
Leave your bitch so so so exhausted
I'm seeing all the profits
I'm seeing all the profits
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, yeah
Getting all my profits
Drugs in my throat
Clear it out then it's full of smoke
I'm getting bands cutthroat, no joke
Banging around like the hood pope
I cut throats then I leave your bitch soaked
I slide in it
I dive in it
She call me on the trap cell
I fuck with it
She mad because her besties
They vibe with it
Slide in the coupe
I dash with it
Popping them seals
We getting them deals
We flipping the pack
To get it right back
Swerving, I'm feeling real smacked
Shooters they pull up
They taking the cash
Run up them bands
We get it real fast
They tossing it up
We tossing it up
Gang in this bitch
And we fucking it up
It's a trap house
It's a trap house
She get it popping now
She hit the dance floor
Blow her back out
Nasty bitch yeah
She split it wide out
Yeah I'm feeling right now
It's a trap house we got what you
Need, yeah she blowing up my news feed
We stay lit
Truminati high society
Till I die
Not talking threes
I'm the best I can be
Popping these beans
No fucking with fiends
I'm fleeing the scene
I'm fleeing the scene, yeah
Drugs in my pocket
Flip all the work
Then we get all the profits bang bang bang
Me and Truie never stop it
Popping bottles in the club
Don P, get it popping
Never gone stop it
Do it till it's toxic
Leave your bitch so so so exhausted
I'm seeing all the profits
I'm seeing all the profits
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, yeah
Getting all my profits
Drugs in my throat
Clear it out then it's full of smoke
I'm getting bands cutthroat, no joke
Banging around like the hood pope
I cut throats then I leave your bitch soaked
I slide in it
I dive in it
She call me on the trap cell
I fuck with it
She mad because her besties
They vibe with it
Slide in the coupe
I dash with it
Popping them seals
We getting them deals
We flipping the pack
To get it right back
Swerving, I'm feeling real smacked
Shooters they pull up
They taking the cash
Run up them bands
We get it real fast
They tossing it up
We tossing it up
Gang in this bitch
And we fucking it up
It's a trap house
It's a trap house
She get it popping now
She hit the dance floor
Blow her back out
Nasty bitch yeah
She split it wide out
Yeah I'm feeling right now
It's a trap house we got what you
Need, yeah she blowing up my news feed
We stay lit
Truminati high society
Till I die
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Writer(s): Christopher Lopez
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