Trap House ft. Laa Zay Lyrics

Keep it a buck, I'ma keep it 100 All by myself when them niggas start dumpin

Servin' top shelf, boy, that tape house jumpin' I'm tryna go hard, go keep up and learnin

I'm in love with the kid when the B go to dumpin

Poppin' seven again for some of that money Servin' them Xans, pop a pop, we dumpin

I can not go out like Rick and the Diamonds I put that D on that B, now she love me

She say nobody gon' do her like Youngin' She say she got me a plate for that money

I said I like that seat, you got her They pushed away when I know that I be puzzlin

Now I come back for all her from my brother Whole lotta shots, this is how you playin'

You done Know how I rock out with my cousin

I had to walk that line, I step out a plate That's the case, now I'm gettin' in trouble

What you know about grabbin' that same

Cause if a nigga try playin', let a nigga come steppin' your bar

What you know about puttin' on crack

When it's time to go buy, catch a sale, now that nigga gon' scarf

You don't know if your bitch gon' fuck

When a nigga on lock, whole time tryna pick on the party

Whole time she been poppin' that oven Walked out, I'm finna switch up the subject

We gon' talk about money Whole lotta P's, whole lotta P's, what's your budget

Or we could talk about gunnin' Whole lotta straps, whole lotta young niggas mindin

We ain't gon' talk about that time when we slurrin' they block

And we had all them fuckboys runnin

Keep with a bugga, I'm a kid with 100 All by myself when the niggas start dumpin

Servin' top shelf, boy, that tap half-jumpin' I'm tryna go home, go get up and learn

I'm in love with the kid with the beak out the dump

I been servin' that gab for some of the money

Servin' them Xans, I'm probably dumpin

I cannot go out like Rick and O'Donnell

I put that dick on that bitch, now she love me

She say nobody gon' do it like Youngie

She say she got me a plate for that money

I said I like that shit, you got her

That put you away when I know that I be puzzled

Now I come back before I run from my brother

Whole lotta shots, bitch, I ain't

You playin', you dyin

Know I rock out with my cutter

If you won't shoot, I'ma shoot for my brother

We lit as shit, boy, these niggas not gutter

We sent 200 shots out of a Hummer

Get somethin' goin', we gon' turn up this summer

300 blackout, let's have a blackout

Claim me a killer, we gon' leave a mask out

Boy, that shit cap, all that shit that you rap out

Catch me on the plow, don't pass in the trap out

Broke shit that low, now I'm finna trap out

Back to the crib now, I'm finna beat a pad down

Niggas not gangsta, niggas just act out

Slime for bro, everything gettin' clapped out

That's how that mask sound

Boom, boom, boom, there go that K sound

Sweep out they room, everybody lay down

Give a fuck who you is, we gon' leave you face down

Keep it up, boy, I'ma keep it 100

All by myself when the niggas start dumpin

Servin' top self with that tailpipe jumpin

I'm tryna go out, go get up and learn

I'm in love with the kid with the big all the time

I been servin' that gang for some of that money

Servin' who's in, pop pop, we dumpin

I cannot go out like Rick and O'Donnell

I put that dick on that bitch, now she love me

She say nobody gon' do it like Youngin

She say she got me a plate for that money

I said I like that shit, you got her

That bitch away when I know that I be puzzled

Now I come back for her, her for my brother

Whole lot of shots in this dime

You playin', you dyin

Now I rock out with my cutter