ManorTrapItOut - The Attic Lyrics

(Manor laugh)
Whooo
Ayeeee
Trappp
Freddie on this bitch
Aye
Aye
When my plug send that work watch a nigga get it gone
I got rich clientele all on my damn phone
Look everyday they call-in me i pull up give em what that need
Learn how to stretch the work when a nigga was 17
Got the trap sewed up my line look like popeyes
Everybody wanting sum
Everybody needing sum
Manor i just want some money
Thru that check i be thumbing
To that bag i be run-in
Chase a bitch haaa- you funny

I love them bankrolls
Aint got no time or no patience for no stank hoe
Bitch you better fall in line like some dominos
When i f*ck you from the back dick in her abdomnial
Got her suckin on the dick wrist off in a bowl
Drop that work on a calculator
Smoking good dope counting up on a hater
Clientele callin me i ask em what they need
They blowing me up im serving them i give em what they need
Them 808s be rock-in nigga shoutout freddiep
Manor on the verse i eat it up just like a feast
Work off in the kitchen got them fiends going brazy
Smoking bob marley but wasn't born in the 80s
Sliding thru the eastside of the 4 i got that pack on me
Phone blowing up im riding round with bag on me
Manormade the boss i trap it out hoe im the big homie
And yo bitch she call me daddy im playing them drums all on her phatty
Aint no secret nigga im the illest at this shit tho
Put me on a freddie beat and watch me pop my shit tho
I just took a big ol l nigga to a kick door
Watch a nigga bounce right back nigga like a 6'4
Clientele always callin me nigga im open 24
I got everything you need like a f*ckin store
Gotta put the mic down i got juggs at the store
Niggas know who to call when they need that clean yola
Drop that yola in that water mix it with some baking soda
This that good paint yeah it stank the fiends love the oder
Oooh my gooodddd
That shit fire
This that trap i swear to god
Run it like that
Lemme get the f*ck outta here