Papa Roach

Yeah you know yeah
Live from the trap house live from the safe house
Who we doin' bro you know let's do it
I'm leanin' to right I'm feelin' it right

I mean it right I've seen it twice
Yeah you know yeah let's do it
Racks like Papa Roach straight to the showroom floor
When I drop my coke got niggas who pressin' the line

You ain't gon' slow me down or block my dough
Mama keep tellin' me relax on lean in the trap house
Where I met MaxO Kream don't nobody sip like Cracc and King
Yeah let's go

Some of my money get put up neatly
Chefs and maids inside the house
My lil' bitch eat so good she greedy
Talkin' to Ye and Smoke I gotta hold it down

My niggas they need me lil' bro over the phone
Hopin' he make parole this shit ain't easy
Niggas get killed by petty shit
My OG locked in the feds he rich

Homeboy Lez he dead he rich!
I gave Moe corspe forehead a kiss
Wipe my eyes and I said thats it
I done ran up All my bread on the licks

I done lost my friends I done lost my mind
I done lost my bitch Im yet to quit
Yeah give me a drank just give me the pills
It's only a lil' bit

I walk in the Banks they know who I'm is
They treat me like Will Smith
Some of my percs for vibes only I call it a field trip
If I'm off of 30 I don't wanna feel shit

All these nights I've been in the cold
Worth all these nights I been w Nicole
If Unc wasn't locked up in FDC
He'll be beside me spinning a bowl

Son got 500 bands and he only like five years old
We spinnin' the globe pushin' the brand new Benz
I be ready to get my racks I'ma rinse my soul
Yeah you know

Some of my money get put up neatly
Cuban links and rings
Diamond chains they hang on top of her cleavage
Soon as I find my route I'ma go CJ Stroud

Nigga this my season soon as I get my chance
I'ma spend 500 bands I got my reasons yeah
Came up hustlin' Trapboy YellaBeezy
As soon as I find my lane I'ma go Vezzo Veeze

Payroll Peezy brand new LV bag
Nigga get fresh like babyface everyday
I'm tweakin' soon as I get that call
I'ma round up my dawgs on a jet we leavin' yeah

All my young niggas rich they cook up pieces
Pills inside the house
I'ma just stack my jeans like Saks and Niemanns
85 racks on pints I'ma make 50 bands

And I bet not drink IT soon as I make this bread
I can go lay in the bed and I bet she feed me yeah
I got her hold shit down just like stackeezy
And some of my bricks they tan

Chopstick is from Thailand like Chrissy Teigan
Belt get put to ass
Just like Pudatan when I drop my ski
rocks all in the canary

Yeah free Sancho saucey it got me cheesing
VV's blinging TV screens
Sit up while the front seat leanin
One thing about my dawg

He Really gon' hit some shit and you ain't gon' weave it
buying a bitch a Kelly cause my trap house rolland just like stRegis

Doctor check my temp

He said my forehead hot and my neck was freezing yeah yeah
Showroom Floor when I drop my coke
Niggas who pressing the line
They gon' slow me down or stop my dough

Racks like Papa Rose
Straight to the showroom flow when I drop my coke
Got niggas who press the line
They never gon' slow me down or block my dope