Trap house
(BentleyKush)
Go, go, go, trap house
Hop out a Bentley
In love with these Percs, I'ma pop me a ten-piece
Big ass .30, shoot 'til it's empty (Go)
My cup so dirty, shit can get messy (Go, go, go)
Trap house, trap got Bentley
Finna line up the fiends 'til the trap house empty (Woah)
I got the syrup cut, tryna flip out a penny (Woah)
I'm havin' new money, my shit old as your granny (Woah, woah)
Woah, I'm thumbin' green hunnids and them pink fifties (Woah)
Twelve-hunnid on some pink sippin' (Woah)
That shit concealed on me, bitch, I stay grippin' (Woah)
She know that the bill comin', but I stay tippin' (Woah)
Woah, I never complain, get it (Go)
You niggas still get the same lettuce
Said she want me to make this shit rain better (Go, go, go)
Know I'ma gamble a 30, bitch, I'm pushin' 30
Water, I make my cup so dirty
Come get your ho, nigga, she so flirty, woah (Yeah), woah
Boy, you pussy as fuck, prolly callin' the po-po
That shit plain as the fuck, as a bitch, that ain't no-go
Boy, my money so long, can't even pocket, it don't fold
Let's go, all my mail on a flight, boy, they send you to Pedro (Woah)
With a lil' Boost Mobile, I gotta cop me a payphone
Have you gone in the morning, nobody'll ever know (Woah)
Woah (Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
Trap house
Trap house, hood rich
Got enough in my cup that I could sip (Let's go)
Get my 'migo ???, that's good shit (Woah)
Hit ??? for bricks, out the full fit (Woah)
Niggas act like you rappers, but y'all be on bullshit (Yeah), woah (Nigga)
Can he see any keys? I'm feel like I'm Ray Charles
007, I feel like I'm James Bond (Woah)
Two niggas paid for a feature, I gave them the same song (Go, let's go)
Trap house, hood rich (Woah)
Trap house, hood rich (Go)
Trap house, hood rich, woah
Woah (Woah), woah, let's go
Fuck fame
Fuck fame, woah
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