TrapHouse

Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Shhnow & DJ Yungrel] Yeah, welcome to the trap house nigga (This is big business) Nigga you could pullup to the trap house Get a pound, gotta' be getting a whole two of em' though What you want? Yeah we doin' everyones business (DJ Yungrel, hoe) I'm nothing like your favorite rapper, I got rich in that kitchen We flip work like Waffle House but none of these sides came with biscuits I'm a dog, he a pussy, all I do is count up chicken Big guns in my trap house like the bad guy on the last mission (Yungrel run that shit back) Yeah, welcome to the trap house nigga Vacuum seal, check Sticks Sandwich bags, check Pounds, your hoe Draco, check What you want Burglar bar doors, check (DJ Yungrel) [Verse] I'm nothing like your favorite rapper, I got rich in that kitchen We flip work like Waffle House but none of these sides came with biscuits I'm a dog, he a pussy, all I do is count up chicken Big guns in my trap house like the bad guy on the last mission I perform in that kitchen, she say my form flawless It's four o'clock in the morning, I hear the block calling You think I'm flashy, shit, check out this Jac' then Call us for the party, shawty I bring the cake in 17, I was moving money and some sour Trapping like a bitch, I only slept for about a hour Trafficking, moving weight in here like I'm [?] Put the money up and now you hoe is going down So much ice, eyesight blind instantly My Glock came with extended clips like a trilogy Still serving at the trap, come and get you a whole one You can call me for whatever but don't call me to hold none He was flexing game when he got shorted All my drugs imported If I hit my shot you a target Bad hoe, I paint her face, I'm still not an artist Pull up in foreign no Chargers [?] look like the Dodgers The way I mix it I'm so good with the chemistry I'm social with the connect, I turn packs into history So many bands, I could play you a symphony You ain't talking money dog, I ain't even listening (Yungrel, what's happening?)