Tony Shhnow - TrapHouse lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - TrapHouse lyrics]
Yeah, welcome to the trap house nigga
(This is big business)
Nigga you could pullup to the trap house
Get a pound, gotta' be getting a whole
Two of em' though what you want?
Yeah we doin' everyones business
(DJ Yungrel, hoe)
I'm nothing like your favorite rapper
I got rich in that kitchen
We flip work like Waffle House but none
Of these sides came with biscuit's
I'm a dog, he a pussy
All I do is count up chicken
Big guns in my trap house like the
Bad guy on the last mission
(Yungrel run that shit back)
Yeah, welcome to the trap house nigga
Vacuum seal, check sticks
Sandwich bags, check pounds, your hoe
Draco, check what you want
Burglar bar doors, check (DJ Yungrel)
I'm nothing like your favorite rapper
I got rich in that kitchen
We flip work like Waffle House but none
Of these sides came with biscuit's
I'm a dog, he a pussy
All I do is count up chicken
Big guns in my trap house like the
Bad guy on the last mission
I perform in that kitchen
She say my form flawless
It's four o'clock in the morning
I hear the block calling
You think I'm flashy, shit
Check out this Jac' then
Call us for the party
Shawty I bring the cake in
17, I was moving money and some sour
Trapping like a bitch
I only slept for about a hour
Trafficking, moving weight in here like I'm
Put the money up and now
You hoe is going down
So much ice, eyesight blind instantly
My Glock came with extended
Clips like a trilogy
Still serving at the trap
Come and get you a whole one
You can call me for whatever but
Don't call me to hold none
He was flexing game when he got shorted
All my drugs imported
If I hit my shot you a target
Bad hoe, I paint her face
I'm still not an artist
Pull up in foreign no Chargers
Look like the Dodgers the way I mix it I'm
So good with the chemistry
I'm social with the connect
I turn packs into history
So many bands, I could play you a symphony
You ain't talking money dog
I ain't even listening
(Yungrel, what's happening?)
(This is big business)
Nigga you could pullup to the trap house
Get a pound, gotta' be getting a whole
Two of em' though what you want?
Yeah we doin' everyones business
(DJ Yungrel, hoe)
I'm nothing like your favorite rapper
I got rich in that kitchen
We flip work like Waffle House but none
Of these sides came with biscuit's
I'm a dog, he a pussy
All I do is count up chicken
Big guns in my trap house like the
Bad guy on the last mission
(Yungrel run that shit back)
Yeah, welcome to the trap house nigga
Vacuum seal, check sticks
Sandwich bags, check pounds, your hoe
Draco, check what you want
Burglar bar doors, check (DJ Yungrel)
I'm nothing like your favorite rapper
I got rich in that kitchen
We flip work like Waffle House but none
Of these sides came with biscuit's
I'm a dog, he a pussy
All I do is count up chicken
Big guns in my trap house like the
Bad guy on the last mission
I perform in that kitchen
She say my form flawless
It's four o'clock in the morning
I hear the block calling
You think I'm flashy, shit
Check out this Jac' then
Call us for the party
Shawty I bring the cake in
17, I was moving money and some sour
Trapping like a bitch
I only slept for about a hour
Trafficking, moving weight in here like I'm
Put the money up and now
You hoe is going down
So much ice, eyesight blind instantly
My Glock came with extended
Clips like a trilogy
Still serving at the trap
Come and get you a whole one
You can call me for whatever but
Don't call me to hold none
He was flexing game when he got shorted
All my drugs imported
If I hit my shot you a target
Bad hoe, I paint her face
I'm still not an artist
Pull up in foreign no Chargers
Look like the Dodgers the way I mix it I'm
So good with the chemistry
I'm social with the connect
I turn packs into history
So many bands, I could play you a symphony
You ain't talking money dog
I ain't even listening
(Yungrel, what's happening?)