Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song At The Traphouse, artist - Young Nudy. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
At The Traphouse |
| Look at this young nigga |
| Uh-huh |
| Look at him |
| I see him, Unc', I see him |
| Down there, sittin' in his car |
| Smokin' weed, look at them bitches |
| Look at him, he thuggin' |
| I see him, Unc' (20Rocket on this beat, so it’s gon' knock) |
| Geeked up, look at him, gettin' high as a motherfucker |
| Yeah, he is high as a motherfucker |
| Him and all his little compadres and shit |
| They talkin' 'bout they gang |
| Look at them motherfuckers, all them motherfuckin' guns and shit |
| Makin' the motherfuckin' block hot |
| I don’t fuck with them niggas |
| Them motherfuckers got to go, they fuckin' up a real nigga money |
| What you gon' do? |
| What you gon' do? |
| Blam |
| Bitch, I be geekin', I’m high like a China man |
| I got the stick, it’s from Africa |
| I’m with hyenas, they comin' right after you |
| I am a boss so you know I’m a trapper, bruh |
| In the trap spot tryna count it out, add it up |
| Sippin' on red and this lean got me slow as fuck |
| Take all these drugs, man, you know I’m a addict |
| On Adderall, got my gun, don’t panic |
| Bro with that Glock and you know it ain’t jammin' |
| AR-15, man, you know it do damage |
| Got the Draco when we spin 'round your block |
| Shoot through your window, no callin' the cops |
| Hello? |
| Hello? |
| Hello? |
| This that fuck nigga? |
| Who the fuck is this? |
| Nigga, get the fuck off the block, nigga |
| The fuck you mean, get off your block? |
| I just be geeked out my mind, yeah that’s always |
| I got my gun on me always |
| In the hood posted with cup in my hands |
| Stuffed crust blunt and my pocket full of bands |
| Smokin' on bubblegum, bitch wanna dance |
| Poppin' that pussy just for these blue bands |
| Throwin' footballs in my cup, them Xans |
| Muscle relaxer got me feelin' like a new man |
| I am in that, bitch, and I’m moving |
| Geeked up, hell yeah, bitch, and I’m zooted |
| Yeah, man, you know I had to tell that nigga Nudy (Sure 'nough) |
| Down the block, man (Sure 'nough) |
| Tryna fuck up my plays and shit, man (They said they lookin' for you though) |
| Who that is right there? |
| In the trap house tryna get 'em in, get 'em out |
| You ain’t get no money, slow motion, need to hush your mouth |
| McDonald’s drive-thru, nigga, like a traphouse |
| I can get 'em in right now, they can get it out |
| Told the competition, pull up on you, we gon' switch it down |
| Gotta touch the tweet on the Glock, you ain’t hear a sound |
| He a pussy cat, so I gotta go and kill that |
| Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, you ain’t gettin' shit back |
| Niggas get robbed every day, nigga, know that |
| Tryna hold your nuts, tell your bitch come and hold that |
| Got it in her mouth and the bitch steady chokin' |
| Laughin' at the bitch 'cause the ash keep fallin' on her face |
| Gelato out the blunt that I taste |
| I smoke to the face while she give me the face |
| She ask can she hit it? |
| Like, bitch, no way |
| Out a ho spot, bitch, have a good day |
| Back in the traphouse bustin' down nines |
| Tryna turn a deuce to a four |
| Still tryna whip it, try to stretch out some more |
| Got some young niggas tryna come and work the door |
| Trap slow right now, we need some more |
| Buddy just called, man, let’s go rob them folks |
| Heard he got the scoop, say he got all the dope |
| And wipe him out too 'cause we need all the dough |
| In the trap house tryna get 'em in, get 'em out |
| You ain’t get no money, slow motion, need to hush your mouth |
| McDonald’s drive-thru, nigga, like a traphouse |
| I can get 'em in right now, they can get it out |
| Told the competition, pull up on you, we gon' switch it down |
| Gotta touch the tweet on the Glock, you ain’t hear a sound |
| He a pussy cat, so I gotta go and kill that |
| Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, you ain’t gettin' shit back |
| Niggas get robbed every day, nigga, know that |
| Tryna hold your nuts, tell your bitch come and hold that |
| Got it in her mouth and the bitch steady chokin' |
| Laughin' at the bitch 'cause the ash keep fallin' on her face |
| Gelato out the blunt that I taste |
| I smoke to the face while she give me the face |
| She ask can she hit it? |
| Like, bitch, no way |
| Out a ho spot, bitch, have a good day |
| Have a good day |
| Hahaha, have a good day, bitch |