Traphouse
Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)
In my trap house, we break it down
And sell it whole (Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp, man)
Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road
Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Rd
My ma say, "Go legit, you ain't tired of sellin' shit?"
Fuck I'm 'posed to do, write another nigga story like I'm 50 Cent?
Love to smoke weed, got too many vice to catch a fight to Cali'
Kick a box before I touch some dice
Quarter, back-to-back, I'm John Elway, catchin' Michael Irvin
Scored a hundred pack on Wilt Chamberlain, dunkin' James Worthy
Box just came, my money estimated, sellout Tuesday to Thursday
MC Hammer, too legit to quit, so, bitch, I'm still servin'
Sponsored by the Pyrex, turn an ounce into a four-eight
Trap beat on payday, they slow as fuck when it's rent day
Took a four up out a nine, sold that bitch for sixty five
I can't work a nine-to-five, sell a nine for twelve-five
Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)
In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole
Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road
Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Rd
As a jit, sellin' hard, thought it would be easy
Bust it open, bring it back, bitch, I ain't Jeezy
Road hot, usin' Waze, use another route
R.I.P. to Flippa, sixteen zips, got it off the paper route
Now notorious, meet my florist, never seen a drought
They see all these boxes, think we movin' in and movin' out
Reachin' for my chain, give your ass some fame
Now you get killed for clout
Pull up, place your order, I'm servin' quarters, just like In-N-Out
They call me Chef B.R.G., but hold that thought
It's a Kodak moment, when I hold that fork
It's a hurricane, wrist game, tornado turn, dog
Watch Piggly Wiggly, chain, Kermit the Frog, dog
Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)
In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole (Ayy, Ta—)
Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road
Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Road
Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)
In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole
Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road
Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Rd
(Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp, man)
In my trap house, we break it down
And sell it whole (Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp, man)
Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road
Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Rd
My ma say, "Go legit, you ain't tired of sellin' shit?"
Fuck I'm 'posed to do, write another nigga story like I'm 50 Cent?
Love to smoke weed, got too many vice to catch a fight to Cali'
Kick a box before I touch some dice
Quarter, back-to-back, I'm John Elway, catchin' Michael Irvin
Scored a hundred pack on Wilt Chamberlain, dunkin' James Worthy
Box just came, my money estimated, sellout Tuesday to Thursday
MC Hammer, too legit to quit, so, bitch, I'm still servin'
Sponsored by the Pyrex, turn an ounce into a four-eight
Trap beat on payday, they slow as fuck when it's rent day
Took a four up out a nine, sold that bitch for sixty five
I can't work a nine-to-five, sell a nine for twelve-five
Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)
In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole
Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road
Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Rd
As a jit, sellin' hard, thought it would be easy
Bust it open, bring it back, bitch, I ain't Jeezy
Road hot, usin' Waze, use another route
R.I.P. to Flippa, sixteen zips, got it off the paper route
Now notorious, meet my florist, never seen a drought
They see all these boxes, think we movin' in and movin' out
Reachin' for my chain, give your ass some fame
Now you get killed for clout
Pull up, place your order, I'm servin' quarters, just like In-N-Out
They call me Chef B.R.G., but hold that thought
It's a Kodak moment, when I hold that fork
It's a hurricane, wrist game, tornado turn, dog
Watch Piggly Wiggly, chain, Kermit the Frog, dog
Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)
In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole (Ayy, Ta—)
Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road
Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Road
Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)
In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole
Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road
Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Rd
(Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp, man)
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