Oso & Franke - Traphouse

Oh wee I feel so
Mutha fuckin blessed
Said oh wee Got that Jesus piece
On my fuckin chest

Oh wee Look at me
Travelin over seas
Touch down in the town
Hangin, posted With ma Gs

Flippin a pound
Not fuckin around
While I'm makin these sounds
I'm makin it clap

Patience is key
To makin a stack
Don't believe me
Believe In the facts

Ay ay All I gotta say
Came along way Just to get this pay
God as my witness And you as my prey
I'm here to survive At the end the day

And

I Just hit the crib
Now im smashin to the trap house
Just knocked a bitch
And i took her to the traphouse

Fast life we live
And we live it in the traphouse
In the traphouse
In the traphouse

Just hit the crib
Now im smashin to the trap house
Just knocked a bitch
And i took her to the traphouse

Fast life we live
And we live it in the traphouse
In the traphouse
In the traphouse

And i do it
Just to get by
Yea she rude
But baby dont lie

We the mood
And baby we fly
Caught u drippin
Over my eyes

Realize i tell u
No lie
Real eyes i see
U dont cry

Cuz im done
With these fake hoes
Done
With the fake bros

Done with the
Money schemes
And the snakes around
I cant take those

Really lovin
Them pesos
Smoke around burn
The resto

Break a pound
Of the queso
U wont need
An expresso

And I just hit the crib
Now im smashin to the trap house
Just knocked a bitch
And i took her to the traphouse

Fast life we live
And we live it in the traphouse
In the traphouse
In the traphouse

Just hit the crib
Now im smashin to the trap house
Just knocked a bitch
And i took her to the traphouse

Fast life we live
And we live it in the traphouse
In the traphouse
In the traphouse

Written by:
Franklin Zuniga, Noel Perez

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