Trap House (Live)

[Intro]
Fuck a hater
Fuck a hater (Gucci Mane Montana from East Atlanta)
Now for the next go, this for everybody, this ain't just for the section
This for the gutters and the grimy, so y'all play this shit for me, y'all
Real niggas on deck
In the trap house
In the trap house
In the trap house
In the trap house

[Chorus]
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the couch
Hood rich, so I never had a bank account
Junkies going in, junkies going out
Made a hundred thou, in my trap house
Money kinda short, but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou' in my Trap House
Bricks going in, bricks going out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap house

[Verse]
I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 Cent
'Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed, I love to shoot dices
Say my lifestyle extravagant
I talk cash shit, bitches say I'm arrogant
Well, goddamn, Gucci cocky then
But at the same time, young hoes be jocking slim
"Gucci ain't shit," bitch, I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm balling like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe pussy
In my trap house smokin' bubba kushy

[Chorus]
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the couch
Hood rich, so I never had a bank account
Junkies going in, junkies going out
Made a hundred thou, in my trap house
Money kinda short, but we can work it out
Made a hundred thou' in my Trap House
Bricks going in, bricks going out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap house