Trampa De La Casa

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?) (Nine9 made it) [Verse] Finessin' niggas that be gullible Pinky ring on me like I won the Super Bowl If the bitch hit my phone, I'm like, "Osiyo" Don't be callin' my phone for my pesos I was smokin' on the cookie, not the Oreo And I was smokin' with lil Trippie, now it's Diego I swear I'm all about my chips, about my nachos Yeah, she wanna play my music, yeah, my audio Hunnid bank cards, I can't even play Uno And I'm on Mars, but I'm not chillin' with Bruno And my pockets fat, but they fat like a hippo And my Bimmer fast, and it's fast without nitro I like Bimmer cars, what the fuck is a Volvo? Came up on my own, bitch, I came up novo I was in LA coolin' with my brother Sito Smokin' on supreme, I'm not talkin' the box logo And I get shell, like a motherfuckin' taco I need my money ASAP, ain't talkin' 'bout Flacko Ball on these niggas like I play for Chicago Ridin' on my Mongoose, used to ride down Largo [Chorus] Walk up in the trampa de la casa Walk up in the trampa de la casa I used to walk up in the trampa de la casa, yeah, yeah And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza Finna walk in the trampa de la casa, yeah And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza Finna walk in the trampa de la casa, yeah And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza