Lul Bob - New Job lyrics

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Traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
Yeah, everything gone
What, traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
New job on the way, we ain't
Gotta sell dope no more
Yeah
Yeah, I know some niggas on go mode, yeah
Yeah, I know some niggas on go mode
(Where you at Michael?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ayy yo, Waterboy, this shit wet)

Traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
New job on the way
We ain't gotta sell dope no more
Ain't gotta sell dope no more
Still know some niggas on go mode
.9 on my waist, still
Thuggin' like I'm Romo
Yeah
These niggas bitches, they homo, yeah
I got that game for the low low, yeah
I got that game for the low low
Traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
New job on the way
We ain't gotta sell dope no more
Ain't gotta sell dope no more
Still know some niggas on go mode
.9 on my waist, still
Thuggin' like I'm Romo
Yeah
These niggas bitches, they homo, yeah
I got that game for the low low, yeah
I got that game for the low low

Low low, got my own smoke
I don't need what you got
Need some ice up in this bitch
'cause a nigga gettin' hot
You don't really want to play
'cause your ass get shot
(Baow)
Yeah, whipping up sauce in a pot
Don't act up, you can get lost in the pot
Yeah, bad bitch, but she kinda bossy a lot
(What I'm sayin')
You was talking, but she lost me a lot
(Let's go)
When you started talking about
What you not about
(No, no)
Runners, they shooters, they were
Run in your house
Yeah
Quieter than a motherfucking mouse
Yeah, till those bangers rang out (Bang)
Yeah, yeah, till those bangers rang out
(Bang)
Got a .38 rang out just like a doorbell
Six shots, but you don't see no shells
Take him to the ER, surgery don't go well
Goddamn, he gone, oh well
That's the way that this shit
Go in this street life
You gon' talk one day you
Gon' get hit by one
'Bout one, these niggas don't
Wanna play nothing
Yeah
Choppas and clear out the crowd
Like a ray gun
No, he don't really want to
Die by this lifestyle
He don't really want to
Die by this lifestyle
'Cause that pussy nigga can die right now
Told that pussy nigga, better pipe down
'Cause I'm way too hype in this bitch
Yeah, lil' mama, she booted up, he
Got that weird chain on, yeah
He fruited up
These niggas bitches
Every day they booted up
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Switch up the flow, but it's still me
LB, goin' in, goddamn
What the fuck that boy doing?

Traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
New job on the way
We ain't gotta sell dope no more
Ain't gotta sell dope no more
Still know some niggas on go mode
.9 on my waist, still
Thuggin' like I'm Romo
Yeah
These niggas bitches, they homo, yeah
I got that game for the low low, yeah
I got that game for the low low
Traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
New job on the way
We ain't gotta sell dope no more
Ain't gotta sell dope no more
Still know some niggas on go mode
.9 on my waist, still
Thuggin' like I'm Romo
Yeah
These niggas bitches, they homo, yeah
I got that game for the low low, yeah
I got that game for the low low