YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Chief Keef - Trap House (Original Version) lyrics

Keith Farrelle Cozart

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Chief Keef - Trap House Original Version lyrics]

Beep, beep double-A flex
Uh, slatt, big choppa on my name go tell 'em

Trap house, trapped out, every pack gone now
Big knots, big watch, big Glock 45
Straight up out them trenches
Now young nigga rockin' shows now
Told her pay attention, bitches listen
Cut your phone off
Five phones, lotta dope, thick hoes, condos
Big guap, big poles, nigga play
I let it blow nigga talkin' like he raw but
You know I really know
When they try to cut me off
I'ma show how it go

Pull up flexin' with my niggas
With some shiny bones
I told them that that shit won’t long
I had to buss it down
Yeah talkin' like he want some smoke
He betta bump it down
Thuggin' with his niggas
Pussy when they not around
Big house, big Glock, big knots, no lie
Say he want with me, bet, catch him
Hit him with that fire
House arrest on my leg
Got in trouble with the cops
Fuck that, post up, 100 shots on that block

Trap house, trapped out, every pack gone now
Big knots, big watch, big Glock 45
Straight up out them trenches
Now young nigga rockin' shows now
Told her pay attention, bitches listen
Cut your phone off
Five phones, lotta dope, thick hoes, condos
Big guap, big poles, nigga play
I let it blow nigga talkin' like he raw but
You know I really know
When they try to cut me off
I'ma show how it go

XD four nickel, two cars, four pistols
You ain't never blowed a pistol
You ain't ever load a pistol
You ain't ever sold nothin'
You ain't gotta act like it
When we wet you block up
We gon' call that baptizin'
Trap spot jumpin', Harden run no defense
And all that fake love, man, he can keep it
When you grew up
You wanted to be a police man
How you want beef and you's a fuckin' vegan?

Trap house, trapped out, every pack gone now
Big knots, big watch, big Glock 45
Straight up out them trenches
Now young nigga rockin' shows now
Told her pay attention, bitches listen
Cut your phone off
Five phones, lotta dope, thick hoes, condos
Big guap, big poles, nigga play
I let it blow nigga talkin' like he raw but
You know I really know
When they try to cut me off
I'ma show how it go

Five phones, thick hoes, big poles
They don't play uh uh uh
Used to wash my clothes in the cypher
I got M's though
Got lots of money, what you think? Bitch
I ain't broke
Bitch, better stop that talkin'
Stop that talkin', yeah
I'm just playin' but we don't really play
Yeah bitch say I'm just playin'
We don't play yeah
Hoes uh uhuh uh, we pull a K
I keep a gun, don't show it, bitch
I keep a stick

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