TRAP HOUSE

Intro: Gang, Gang, Gang

Verse 1:
Im wit that smoke Cancer
I get them hoes Santa
Trap Spot it got them cameras
I got that pole, Blemer
Free my bud out the slammer
Ayee, 2 steps a threat no dabber
My chain so Qually , december
She eat lollys from Denver

Verse 2:
Post up bout' to swat me
Run they lost me
Your bitch wet like faucet (water)
I hang wit a ghoul no goblin
We draining your bitch like tonny
Esacde shoot like rom
We go wit you bitch on a Saturday
Hit that bitch once then im out of their

Verse 3:
I pipe up and deal wit the fireman
I fight wit my choppa like a holiday
Breaking that bitch
Make that bitch shape hoe
I arrive at the store
I got that bliggy
Smoking on po

Verse 4:
He fly like a pigeon
She notice these bands im flipping
This stick, like nigga stiff
Your bitch take molly, and then my kids
Wiping that rary, fuck a Chevy
Kicking in my body
I need that X fucking bitch
On my chess

Verse 5:
I got shooters like a tank
Get shoot out the dank
I be dripping out by the day
2 Wish bones in the bitch name
I in love with the bank
I talk people a day
Im wit a key like ray
Doubble cup he got that paint
Got wockhard in my vains
I fuck you bitch in a bling
I got like 55 p’s

Verse 6:
Your bitch hit me up like himp
Hold perkys like M'ms
I just wanna smash trynna pimp
Huffing that puff put in
Just stay in yo lane get killed
We in L.A like Whip
I can go high like blimp