Traphouse

Lyrics
[Hook] Fuck a 9 to 5, I be in the trap house Pockets so fat, don't make me bring them racks out Thirties with the tecs out, nigga, you get stretched out I don't need no job, I be in the traphouse I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house Fuck a 9 to 5, I be in the trap house I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house I don't need no job, I be in the trap house [Verse 1] My neighbors hate me, well, I don't give a damn 'Cause I be in the trap, sellin' hard, movin' grams I got that fuckin' work and I'm taxin', Uncle Sam Yo bitch in love with me 'cause I'm a hood nigga Robbin' me, shiet, I wish you would, nigga Countin' all this money, you wish you could, nigga A real street nigga, get that understood, nigga I'm servin pace, no patience This drug money contain it A snitch nigga, I hate it Real nigga, can't fake it Yo bitch see me, I take her I tip the bitch like a waitress Don't fuck with niggas they haters You keep the bitch she basic I switch hoes like I switch clothes I put up on my 24 My cars filled with coke My shoe I fill with dope I don't be chasing after no hoes Got shooters trained to blow They kill a nigga for that dough Couple bricks on the road You scared, nigga, go to church You scared, nigga, go to church [Hook] Fuck a 9 to 5, I be in the trap house Pockets so fat, don't make me bring them racks out Thirties with the tecs out, nigga, you get stretched out I don't need no job, I be in the traphouse I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house Fuck a 9 to 5, I be in the trap house I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house I don't need no job, I be in the trap house
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Credits
- Writers
- Fredo Santana
- Young Chop