TrapHouse - Tony Shhnow

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?)