Quake The Banksta - Traphouse Poetry

All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola
Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower
All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola
Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower
Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry
Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys
Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry
Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys
Getting that gwapo
Getting it pronto
Call up my plug he told mea dub he pull up in bronco
The beamer is Blanco I call it Griselda
The 4s on the whip got em hating they jealous
We getting the money aint shit you can tell us
The Yayo that mayo we turn it to lettuce
Teacher said id be a failure
Bitch Im wavy like a sailor
Gucci on me it look tailored
Ask yo bitch and she'll tell you
Had rocks in my J's turnt my jump mans to a dope man
Im the weed man and the coke man
Thats the Mary Jane and the Lohan Lohan
With a white bitch in a brougham going Ham
Ride around with a pack on me and a Mac on me
Or that 44 that's the lil fat homie
Fuck the police better keep them rats from me
Fuck the fake niggas and the fake bitches turn they back on me
All around the city yea the name ring bells
All threw the projects all threw the cells
All around hustler I get it for real
Sending them packs out all threw the mail
All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola
Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower
All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola
Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower
Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry
Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys
Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry
Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys
100 rounds on that choppa
Hallows hit make the car flip
Thats 30 rounds on that Mac 11
Make it hard for the doc to put u back together
Thousand grams when that chef whip
Whipping hard tryna stretch this
I need 100 racks by the next flip
If it don't touch down plug getting licked
A1 bet it lock up
Send it out get it boxed up
My momma stressing her nerves bad
She praying I don't get locked up
All I know is this trap shit
I be second guessing this rap shit
I don't get along with these rap niggas
That aint talking bout making packs flip
Pulling out in them crack whips
Got the thotianas doing backflips
Strap the weight on to a little bitch
Turn a skinny bitch to a fat bitch
She tryna jump on daddy's dick
But its no love for this ratchet bitch
Put the girdle on we can take a trip
You can suck me off but bitch that's it im gone
All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola
Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower
All I know is Coca Cola baking soda with the yola
Plug straight from Sinaloa couldn't get it any lower
Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry
Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys
Traphouse poetry cocaine chemistry
Started with a quarter piece now I need a set of keys

Written by:
Juan Fortiz

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