NickBootedUp - Trap House (feat. Genocide)

At trap the house, u comin through, they gone pat down
She said she want it go and get it, ain't no hand outs
We don't back down, get it till we cash out
If she bad I might just hit it till she pass out
Little shorty love to walk around with her ass out
Double cup I'm pourin up I'm better when I'm blacked out
Hit u from the back u didn't know u got a man down
Yea, u didn't u know u got a man down
Coming in like the business man
Young CEO
If you talking bout a Hunnidt bands
Yeah you know we need some more
It so easy she just taking off her clothes, got them panties on da floor
I don't kick her out the door
I just treat em with the respect I ain't even gotta flex
Put a price up on your head but we don't take percents
They was sleeping on me then now they waking up instead
Waking up from the dead
All I really count is deads
I don't really need no friends rather have some Benjamin's
You fucking with some 7's, we only fucking 10's
She give me the top, the booty just drop
I'm spending this money I'm making the Giap
She get what she want, I take her to shop
I'm the nice guy, but I'll still pull like a drive by
Yeah I got them fancy clothes I'm the fly guy
Yeah They steady talking shit we gon hit I'm in the nighttime
In the trap house, come up to the door you get laid out
Cash another check get my pay out
Watch you wanna say now?
That my shit sound the same? You shit wack asf man you way outa frame
You just chasing for the clout, you can't live up this amount
I was down in the drought, dug me deeper but I started digging Out
You should shut yo fucking mouth, we dem kings of the south
Shooting hits like some rounds
This another hit, we got another bitch
When you rapping your just stuttering, that's your girl that's my other bitch
But you loving it you cuffing that's that funny shit boy
At trap the house, u comin through, they gone pat down
She said she want it go and get it, ain't no hand outs
We don't back down, get it till we cash out
If she bad I might just hit it till she pass out
Little shorty love to walk around with her ass out
Double cup I'm pourin up I'm better when I'm blacked out
Hit u from the back u didn't know u got a man down
Yea, u didn't u know u got a man down
Yea u know this be my street u see the blood up on the leaves
U see I'm servin all these fiends they keep on comin on repeat
Keep on watching take a seat I got a lot that I should see
Yea these words they come for free but all my bullets come with fees
You don't understand u stay beneath I level up I just prestiged
Sailing over 7 seas I land on every single beach
Take the coco from the trees and now for u it's obsolete
Meet u on the fifteenth better have it nothing missing
Pull up bitches blowing kisses, turn a Ms into a Mrs
Got these hoes all on a mission, they want see the way I'm living
Got a bitch can't fuck with bitches, got a bar in every sentence
There's a blessing in my presence, she wants presents I'm the present
U the past, she suckin on my dick, u kiss my ass
I'm a catch, drop the ball and Imma smash, I'm movin fast
I'm pressin gas, sell a couple packs, adding to the stash
This be how we trap
At trap the house, u comin through, they gone pat down
She said she want it go and get it, ain't no hand outs

Written by:
Geno Darin, Nick Hirad

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