HoodyBaby - TrapHouse Blues lyrics

Oh, shit, I feel caged in, fuck (Freeway)
I don't know if it's the right
House or the White House you know?
You know I'm a somebody and you're a nobody
And this shit ain't for everybody
You know, I'm just tryin' to live, ah

Maison Margiela, all my diamonds marvelous
Me and Beenie, matchin' Rollies
Got them hoes jealous
Luxury South Beach shoppin' sprees (Ah)
I turn the Florida evers to Florida Keys
Look at me (Look) , bitch, look at me (Woo)
Wrestle with the work, fat trap, Booker T
Too legit, boy, nappy head, rich boy
I got quarters, I got halves, I got bricks
Boy
You know it's me, you know my bookin' fee
Wayne on the stage, Hoody tryna cook a ki'
Right wrist, left wrist, yeah, all gold
Hit me on the text, baby, I don't call hoes

Still in love with my Mexican
Texas nigga at Texaco
Might as well call me Texican
Four Sprites and some Swishers, man
Slurrin' like sorry, mama
I'm back drinkin' that mess again
Text the wrong person
I might as well send that text again
Mama, I made it, baby, been crazy
In the kitchen for ages tryna whip a Mercedes
Got hoes in the kitchen, yeah
That's yay in they nose
I done seen 'em do everythin'
They stain they clothes
I'm drinkin' Coke, whippin' coke
Bitches sniffin' coke
Shippin' coke, sellin' dope
Got bitches givin' throat
They just buyin', ho, I'm they only choice
I ain't registered to vote
But they gon' hear my voice

All this coke in my house
I know they said somethin'
All this coke in my house
I know the feds comin'
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in
I told my brother rock it up, we some cavemen
All this coke in my house
I know they said somethin'
All this coke in my house
I know the feds comin'
All this coke in my house, I feel caged in
I told my brother rock it up, we some cavemen