Kourtney Money - Trap House lyrics

If you ain't got no tape
With Kenny Mac you lackin’
If you ain't got no beats from
Kenny Mac you lackin' man
That nigga the plug man, I could merch nigga
Step your fucking weight up man dJ Vell

I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house
Nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me
I’mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin' beef gotta show me
Fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's
Fuck nigga you don't really know me
I was chillin' at the
Motherfuckin' trap house
Nigga lookin' out for the police
Nigga talkin’ shit like he know me
I’mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin' beef gotta show me
Fuck nigga you don’t really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's
Fuck nigga you don't really know me

Boolin' out the motherfuckin’ trap house
With a couple young niggas and a couple OG's
Friendly riding through the fucking
Back street know
The AK-47 sitting on the back seat
Pussy nigga would tryna try me
223 motherfucker don't try me
I'mma sweep off with your fit
Paradise eat everybody know
Slidin' through the bih with the big homie
Grippin' lotta cheese know I
Keep the macaroni
Young nigga acting like Tony
Snort a whole line he gon' go macaroni
Knock off your head like a split
Buss your head down like a whole damn brick
Yall niggas ain't really talking shit
You talkin real talk but I
Ain't worry bout shit
Yall nigga better ask around
Slime who done ran
That motherfucker nigga yeah straight
Up and down all up in your bitch mouth
One fucking royal bitch bitch gonna
Pull her panties down
Niggas thought that they was my opponent
You crazy homie
Slime noon and you know I stay on it

I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house
Nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me
I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin beef gotta show me
Fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's
Fuck nigga you don't really know me
I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house
Nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me
I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin beef gotta show me
Fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's
Fuck nigga you don't really know me

This is something like a trap song
Ring ding ding my dope stay up all night long
Chains coming back to back got
A trunk in the back
Know enough I need of Heroin
I only do it one more time cause I
Done fuck this bitch up again haa
Trap out of the motherfuckin
Coupe lookin nasty, haa
Bitch said why you look so mean
And why you talk so nasty
I said bitch I get money
For the fuckin good, and I said
You look kinda thirsty bitch, huh
You wanna fuck for it? haaa haaa
Let's go get it, big shit campin
Big ol motherfuckin livin'
How you motherfuckin livin', hunnid thousand
On me right now, i'm just chillin
Bitch I'm just chillin
A bitch said why you lookin so mean
For told the bitch I'm just livin
Gods given

I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house
Nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me
I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin beef gotta show me
Fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's
Fuck nigga you don't really know me
I was chillin at the mothafuckin trap house
Nigga lookin out for the police
Nigga talkin shit like he know me
I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
Nigga talkin beef gotta show me
Fuck nigga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's
Fuck nigga you don't really know me

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