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we still made a living
Chilling in the trap house tryna get this chili
My pops knew music like the back Of his hand
He was always by my side tryna help

where he at
Or somewhere making plays dog
Ain't no time to relax
I'm steady on the grind time
Give my all to the trap
Me and Tah we getting packs
Then we

I'm riding down the old route
I stopped by my old house
Recalling I was happy then
Til that crib burned down
I said til that crib burned down
Til that

a goat
Now I'm bagging Chanel for my girl
She's a hoe, I'm on low
Joint is blowed, I don't know (Huh, huh)
Thuggin' by myself (Skrr)
I'm lonely rider

Jabbawakee
Off with their heads you all clout, you too nice so get out my trap house
Be naughty
I got a crown of diamonds brighter than your smile
That'll make

you ma’fuckin float

Trap house is jumpin it hop the most

I think it deserves a toast

Niggas be bitches they talk the most

Until they get hit with

Ma house 
I just wanted gucci to pop out 
Ballin too hard where da box out 
Drippy when I pull a watch out 
Homies be fu gotta watch out 
The pole even

I'm in the trap just sellin' them scripts
I'm with the gang and they pull up with sticks
They still sellin' bags they movin; them bricks
I'm chasin'

play, no wait, he gon' lay where he speak
For real, had to take me a breather
Good on the drink, got paints by the liter

First trap, house, fish tank in

running through a grocery store
I'm finna make a killing off Apple i got a 11 phones
Just ran through a bunch of trap houses I got a 11 homes

If you want

stopping us
My Brodie knee deep in the trap I pray the feds don't lock him up
When It's a shortage we the ones having come and shop with us
Niggas dissing I

be lying
Put a Stu in the crib
I ain't tryna vibe out with no rappers
These niggas be coochie and fake
Two keep the trap still jumping
Still singing

resorting to violence and I'm trying to fight the urge
Trying not to run up in your house and take you life over some petty shit
Gave somebody a buck fifty

In the city
But burbs is the trap house
Ain't no way
We ain't chill on no playground

zaza by the pound hold it back then let it out
They been talkin' shit but I been pimpin' out the trap house
Coco and the fetty petty bitches move them

baby this a trap house
Maybe one day gang will put the mac down
I be up selling raw
Swear this shit the smack down
Dat boy cap put a hole in his hat now

matching
So I call them bitches, "twenty twins"

What's the play?
Posted at the trap house playin' on 2K
Keep the K
Just in case them fuckboys try

Make your next move your best move
Thinking bout a house with six bedrooms
Less than an hour from South West too
Invest your time wisely
Exactly what