Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame & Jimmy Rocket
Waka Flocka Flame & Loudiene & J-Dubb
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame & Loudiene & Krazy Blacx
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame & DJ Speedy & BC (rapper)
Waka Flocka Flame & Jimmy Rocket
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame & Loudiene
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
[Chorus]
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
[Verse 1]
Call me 21, in the trap I'm a savage
Sell a hunnid bags of mid, you know I had to grab it
Hunnid dollars each bale, I’ll bring it through traffic
Sixty round drums on the choppa, dare you snatch it
All my niggas slimes, boy, you know the gang active
Young niggas gunning, they'll take a nigga captive
Dope boy like [?] sold twenty P's on Peach Street
Cul-de-sac trapping, Frontstreet trapping
Where I’m from, nigga, everybody red ragging
On my next flip I'ma go and snatch the Aston
Spray it with a [?] wrap it, flip it, then re-wrap it
Momma never asked, because she know that I was trapping
[Chorus]
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
[Verse 2]
I would never tell on my motherfucking folk
I could never tell on a nigga 'bout some dope
Walking through the trap, lil' nigga, show your rope
Red flag my Bible, I got power like the Pope
Waka Flocka Flame put your ass through a scope
Hunnid bags of gas in a closet in a tote
Hit the [?] paid a couple car notes
When I ain't have it, gave the junkies chopped soap
In the West Coast, so I'm saucing with the locs
Hood rich nigga, now I'm trapping out a Ghost
Bitches see me flexing, they like, "Flocka do the most"
Big diamond ring like I won the Super Bowl
[Chorus]
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
[Outro]
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
Posted in the traphouse, in the cul-de-sac with choppas
Stendos on the yoppers, look out for the robbers
21 was written by Waka Flocka Flame.