Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap House Stalkin , by - 2 Chainz. Release date: 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 |