Traphouse

Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 Edwards, catchin' Michael Irvin Scored a hundred pack on Wilt Chamberlain, dunkin' Jane Worsen 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 power, return an ounce into a four-eight Trap beat on pad, 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] As a jit, sellin' hard, thought it would be easy Bust it open, bring it back, bitch, I ain't Jeezy Road high, usin' Waze, use another route R.I.P. to Flippa, sixteen zips, got it off the paper route Now notorious, meet my floors, 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 cold-ass moment, where I hold for thought It's a hurricane, risk game, tornado turn, dog Watch Piggly Wiggly, chain, Kermit the Frog, dog [Chorus] 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 Gabby 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 [Outro] (Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp, man)