Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap House Stalkin, artist - 2 Chainz.
Date of issue: 05.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap House Stalkin |
Turn the whole block big now |
Made some legal money, ran off on Uncle Sam |
Every seven days I might smoke a quarter bag, bag, bag |
Bad bitches in my picture |
Take yo ho and fuck her on the low just like a whisper |
Dom Perignon by the pitcher, I used to eat at Crystal’s |
Nah, I’m just lying, I used to meet at Crystal’s |
Duffle bag zippers, who the fuck gon' zip that bitch up? |
Me and that bitch we gon' ride in the trunk |
Cause the hood of the car is not in the front |
I did it fo' them, no, I did it fo' me, so, they did it fo' them |
And I like when that pussy go splash, so I told ‘er let’s go fo' a swim |
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch |
She outside my traphouse stalkin' |
I spoil all my clientele, and my little bitch, she spoiled rotten |
Just fucked a 20k on good weed and designer shoppin' |
Summer time, just made it, I’m thinkin' drop top Spider Rarri |
Who there callin' my phone? |
If it ain’t about money then I ain’t talkin' |
Pocket full of Franklins on me, I call that shit gangsta walkin' |
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she outside my traphouse stalkin' |
I valet the coupe and Nieman Marcus, I went in and ate lunch |
And say that we run the streets, I say we just give em what they want |
Yup, give 'em that crack, make em come back |
Just scraped these six figures out the road spent it on the set |
Hmm, like LL, I’m in too deep with it |
Little momma pussy so good, man, that I almost fell asleep in it |
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she out my traphouse stalkin' |
Panamera on the Forgies, I’m flossin', 458 with the horsie |
I got that packet from Cali, I can break it down |
And have everything gone by the mo’ning |
Have the amigo pull up with 1000 meetings |
I can run through yo city like Jordan |
Nigga, my cousin, my women imported |
Yo, bitch on my bumper, you can get extorted |
I call my plug and I tell him bring me more |
Don’t worry bout me, worry bout where yo ho at |
Nigga, yo bitch outside my traphouse skeetin' |
Bitch outside, she stalkin' |
285, just ride, smokin' precious, you trippin', I left that bitch walk in |
I got these racks so big I can’t fold it |
I got yo bitch, yo shawty got ebola |
We sellin' that coke, we no call it a come up |
Makin' em G’s, ya gotta stay 100 |
That precious gas pack, we smoke it and punch in |
I don’t do dinners, no movie, no nothin', no lunches, we fuckin' |
And that’s the end of that discussion |