Freddy Stone - Traphouse Lyrics

Fast cars hella money bags what a brotha need
Duffel bags full of racks, top shelf weed
Feeling like a million bucks, I stay lookin clean
Straight outta Top City bitch we comin from the East
I was broke back then but now you know i'm gon eat
I be mixing killer tracks Freddy boy stay on beat
And you can't f*ck with me
Get the f*ck out my kitchen if you can't take the heat
I'm cooking up these raps like they gourmet feasts

While i'm rolling up some tree
Homie I got the zips, got the beats tell me what you need
On the East side posted, stay rolling
Where them tweakers stay smoking and them hoes stay hoeing
Rolling deep, just me and my team
Smoking good kush mobbin down 6th ST
Bass turnt up I can could never miss a beat
I don't give a f*ck what you gotta say about me
Young Freddy Stone, i'm stoned to the bone
Sounding too dope when i'm on the microphone
Got a million in my head and i'm bouta cash out
I just collect the bread while i'm chillin at the Traphouse

Fast cars hella money bags what a brotha need
Duffel bags full of racks, top shelf weed
Feeling like a million bucks, I stay lookin clean
Straight outta Top City bitch we comin from the East
Go hard with the work and i'm careful in these streets
Triple stack up my bread cause we all just tryna eat
Go hard in the paint like i'm balling with the heat
Tie my bands together cause I try and keep em neat
Go hard in the game like I got the f*cking cheats

TopCity raised I be posted on the East
And you can't f*ck with me
Naw you can't f*ck with me
I'm a yung mastermind tryna make it out with beats
Running to the money I got cash on my cleats
All my homies crazy gotta keep em on a leash
And we didn't see shit, didn't hear nothing, capeesh
Not on my case, roll a fat joint take it straight to the face
I do not f*ck with snakes, I only keep it real when I put you in your place
You say you wanna eat but you not making your plate
If you not hustling for yours, then you is a disgrace