Lyrics Trap House - 1K Phew

Trap House

Matter of fact, I heard you’re the wig, please don’t talk to me
Please don’t talk to me
Matter of fact, please don’t walk to me
I’ma grind hard, 'cause I still got folks in the trap house packin' up broccoli
Still got folks in the trap house
Say a little prayer for the trap, yeah
Still got folks in the trap house
Say a little prayer for the trap, yeah
I’ma grind hard, can’t tap out
Still got folks in the trap house
Trap house, trap house
Say a little prayer for the trap, yeah
Ready, set, gotta go slap, yeah
1K never gon' cap, yeah
Finally got a name on the map
Never gon' tap, never gon' nap, yeah
Gotta keep runnin' these laps (laps)
Makin' something shake like crafts, yeah
Gotta go fill these gaps, yeah
Say a lil' prayer for the trap, yeah
Straight up out church doin' trench work
Yeah the whole squad goin' in like an insert
Every single time I get cash I’ma throw it to the fam like J.G.
Wentworth
Tell the whole world, no stoppin' me
Drippin' our sauce, no moppin' me
If you ain’t stickin' to the code no mo' don’t talk to me
You a opp to me
If you’re not tryna go big, please don’t talk to me (woah)
Matter of fact, I heard you’re the wig, please don’t talk to me
Please don’t talk to me
Matter of fact, please don’t walk to me
I’ma grind hard, 'cause I still got folks in the trap house packin' up broccoli
Still got folks in the trap house
Say a little prayer for the trap, yeah
Still got folks in the trap house
Say a little prayer for the trap, yeah
I’ma grind hard, can’t tap out
Still got folks in the trap house
Trap house, trap house
Say a little prayer for the trap, yeah
Still got folks on the block tryna punch that clock till the tick don’t tock
(yeah)
It’s a new wave on the dock, goin' down, young Jacques, got the world in shock
(yeah)
Gotta stay strong like Hancock
We get lit when the beat drop
Overseas shows in Bangkok
Gotta spread truth like feathers on peacocks
Real ones only
If you wanna come 'round me, my brother
Everybody 'round me need each other
Everybody 'round me feed each other
Tell me
How you gon' say you a big time boss if you can’t even say a lil prayer for the
hood?
How you gon' say you flexed up, racked up, throwin' out cash, and your fam
ain’t good?
(Whoa)
If you’re not tryna go big, please don’t talk to me (woah)
Matter of fact, I heard you’re the wig, please don’t talk to me
Please don’t talk to me
Matter of fact, please don’t walk to me
I’ma grind hard, 'cause I still got folks in the trap house packin' up broccoli
Still got folks in the trap house
Say a little prayer for the trap, yeah
Still got folks in the trap house
Say a little prayer for the trap, yeah
I’ma grind hard, can’t tap out
Still got folks in the trap house
Trap house, trap house
Say a little prayer for the trap, yeah