BYSNick - Traphouse

I hope to make it out the trap house
Dripping like I'm rich already now
Hope to blow up like a heavy round
Hoping I'm gun make it and my voice gun make a pretty sound
Yeah!
I almost landed in the dog pound
Just because I'm born the color brown
I get so fucked up when you're not around
Feeling like a crownless king, he needs a queen to crown
I hope to make it out the trap house
Dripping like I'm rich already now
Hope to blow up like a heavy round
Hoping I'm gun make it and my voice gun make a pretty sound
Yeah!
I Almost landed in the dog pound
Just because I'm born the color brown
I get so fucked up when you're not around
Feeling like a crown-less king, he needs a queen to crown
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Yeah, all my life, I knew I was meant to stand in the light
So ima write this song so perfect yeah ima just write it right
Never needed the autotune, I don't have to lie tonight
Like a car, I need gas, so I can make it through the night
Working to impress, and she asked me, "oh what, you worth it"?
Pretty but she bad, hate how she think she picture perfect
Ey!
She on her insta posting blurred pics
Don't text her she petty, gun meet up now with the mall kids
Gun laugh at all the college kids showing up with the wrong kicks
Ey!
They on the molly, bought the wrong fix
She really love the dad shoe, she show up now with the mom fit
I Hope to make it out the trap house
Dripping like I'm rich already now
Hope to blow up like a heavy round
Hoping I'm gun make it and my voice gun make a pretty sound
Yeah!
I almost landed in the dog pound
Just because I'm born the color brown
I get so fucked up when your not around
Feeling like a crownless king, he needs a queen to crown

Written by:
Nick Nagy

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