Trap House Jumpin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Goonew] Trap house jumping Phone keep jumping Junkies coming Feds coming, then I'm running Throw the leg in the [?] Moncler like a Russian Bags coming in, I'm bombing [Verse 2: Lil Dude] Niggas dying on the Hummer Chopstick make him fumble 30 shots make him tumble We slide on them foreigns when we wanna Catch him down bad, you know we'll gun him I ain't gon' play with these niggas this summer I ain't gon' play with these niggas this winter Come through your block, nigga, do not enter [?] Every nigga with me got a stick in the trenches [Verse 3: Goonew] Yeah, Goonrich Gang gang, nigga came with the sticks Homicide shit, nigga, catch a lick Fox 5 shit, nigga, never miss His momma crying, now she [?] Hop out the coupe when I'm hitting the fifth Hold up, Dude, let me slide on the flex Trap on the block when I'm serving that drip A whole auntie, you better hit the whole stick [Verse 4: Lil Dude] One phone call, then I'm sending the blitz Young niggas run around with them sticks [?] down for the whole fucking brick We ain't gon' [?] you for your little zip I'm the Grim Reaper and you wanna miss I'm the big homie, these niggas ain't shit [Verse 5: Goonew] Bitch nigga, keep talking 'bout it, little bitch Put the beam on his head and it's lit Hit him in the red, nigga, now he's sick Grab the Draco, 'bout to spend [?] Fox 5, then we ended his [?] The Draco singing, I like I'm fucking his bitch .223's, when I walk down, I hit Run down, hit his ass with this shit [Verse 6: Lil Dude] Popped me a Xan, getting high as shit Drinking on wock, how I'm spending a band We didn't get hit, we caught up with his man Burberry trench, drinking that bitch It's not a mistake, he had to get hit Boom out the bank, shouts out to [?] It's Trapnanana and Goonrich Military niggas stay with the sticks