Trap House

[Intro: Kenny Mac]
If you ain't got no tape with Kenny Mac you lackin’
If you ain't got no beats from Kenny Mac you lackin' man
That nigga the plug man, I could merch nigga
Step your fucking weight up man
DJ Vell

[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house, nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me, I’mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin' beef gotta show me, fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, fuck nigga you don't really know me
I was chillin' at the motherfuckin' trap house, nigga lookin' out for the police
Nigga talkin’ shit like he know me, I’mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin' beef gotta show me, fuck nigga you don’t really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, fuck nigga you don't really know me

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Boolin' out the motherfuckin’ trap house, with a couple young niggas and a couple OG's
Friendly riding through the fucking back street know the AK-47 sitting on the back seat
Pussy nigga would tryna try me, .223 motherfucker don't try me
I'mma sweep off with your fit, paradise eat everybody know
Slidin' through the bih with the big homie, grippin' lotta cheese know I keep the macaroni
Young nigga acting like Tony, snort a whole line he gon' go macaroni
Knock off your head like a split, buss your head down like a whole damn brick
Yall niggas ain't really talking shit
You talkin real talk but I ain't worry bout shit
Yall nigga better ask around slime who done ran that motherfucker nigga yeah straight up and down
All up in your bitch mouth, one fucking royal bitch bitch gonna pull her panties down
Niggas thought that they was my opponent, you crazy homie
Slime noon and you know I stay on it

[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house, nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me, I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin beef gotta show me, fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, fuck nigga you don't really know me
I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house, nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me, I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin beef gotta show me, fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, fuck nigga you don't really know me

[Verse 2: Kourtney Money]
This is something like a trap song
Ring ding ding my dope stay up all night long
Chains coming back to back got a trunk in the back, know enough I need of Heroin
I only do it one more time cause I done fuck this bitch up again haa
Trap out of the motherfuckin coupe lookin nasty, haa
Bitch said why you look so mean and why you talk so nasty, I said bitch I get money
For the fuckin good, and I said you look kinda thirsty bitch, huh, you wanna fuck for it? haaa haaa
Let's go get it, big shit campin, big ol motherfuckin livin'
How you motherfuckin livin', hunnid thousand on me right now, I'm just chillin
Bitch I'm just chillin, a bitch said why you lookin so mean for told the bitch I'm just livin
Gods given

[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house, nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me, I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin beef gotta show me, fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, fuck nigga you don't really know me
I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house, nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me, I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin beef gotta show me, fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, fuck nigga you don't really know me

[Outro: DJ Beelow]
DJ Beelow
Rad if you kill dem