Trap House (Intro)

Yo I wake up grab the bud, where's the fonto and papers
Roll up a dub
High like the skyscraper, write a rap brush my teeth
Bummy Fresh, fresh, with fresh kicks on my feet
Please don't sweat me, sweat the beat
It's the reason why you came to see me
You pay for your seats
Enjoy your show, believe me
You be a good one
Bass so loud it gives you the bubble guts
Watch Plex beat it up, tryna get rich what
Me and my niggas tired of sippin from the same cup
Go ahead mothafuckas, you wanna try on my shoes
But here's where you lose, you can't even fit in 'em duke
I'm chopping all the nonsense
Me and El Boogey's trying to stack papers Jay-Z and Beyoncé
Watch out for time, cuz time waits for no man
I walk streets so much I could build a house out of toe jams
Ill son, what up fam
Let them be upset, mad at me cuz he has no bitches
Plex bust these blows and I'm not talking about MTA
If you can't catch the line then I think it's called a delay
Delay..delay..delay..delay