Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TrapHouse, artist - Tony Shhnow. Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
TrapHouse |
| Yeah, welcome to the trap house nigga |
| (This is big business) |
| Nigga you could pullup to the trap house |
| Get a pound, gotta' be getting a whole two of em' though |
| What you want? |
| Yeah we doin' everyones business |
| (DJ Yungrel, hoe) |
| I’m nothing like your favorite rapper, I got rich in that kitchen |
| We flip work like Waffle House but none of these sides came with biscuits |
| I’m a dog, he a pussy, all I do is count up chicken |
| Big guns in my trap house like the bad guy on the last mission |
| (Yungrel run that shit back) |
| Yeah, welcome to the trap house nigga |
| Vacuum seal, check |
| Sticks |
| Sandwich bags, check |
| Pounds, your hoe |
| Draco, check |
| What you want |
| Burglar bar doors, check |
| (DJ Yungrel) |
| I’m nothing like your favorite rapper, I got rich in that kitchen |
| We flip work like Waffle House but none of these sides came with biscuits |
| I’m a dog, he a pussy, all I do is count up chicken |
| Big guns in my trap house like the bad guy on the last mission |
| I perform in that kitchen, she say my form flawless |
| It’s four o’clock in the morning, I hear the block calling |
| You think I’m flashy, shit, check out this Jac' then |
| Call us for the party, shawty I bring the cake in |
| 17, I was moving money and some sour |
| Trapping like a bitch, I only slept for about a hour |
| Trafficking, moving weight in here like I’m |
| Put the money up and now you hoe is going down |
| So much ice, eyesight blind instantly |
| My Glock came with extended clips like a trilogy |
| Still serving at the trap, come and get you a whole one |
| You can call me for whatever but don’t call me to hold none |
| He was flexing game when he got shorted |
| All my drugs imported |
| If I hit my shot you a target |
| Bad hoe, I paint her face, I’m still not an artist |
| Pull up in foreign no Chargers |
| look like the Dodgers |
| The way I mix it I’m so good with the chemistry |
| I’m social with the connect, I turn packs into history |
| So many bands, I could play you a symphony |
| You ain’t talking money dog, I ain’t even listening |
| (Yungrel, what’s happening?) |