Sticcy Flournoy - Trap House Rock Lyrics

Yea mayne dis dat real trap house shit right here mayne
So if you up in dat muhf*cka
Gon turn dis bitch all da way up
If you got dat neighbor next door dats always bitchin
F*ck em
Turn dis bitch all way up
If you ridin in yo muhf*ckin car right now
Turn dis bitch all way up
Cuz I know I use to be a mobile trap spot
So we gon turn dis bitch all way up
Im finna sow up da block
Flippin acres out da livin room straight out a box
And it all came in da mail
Zipped up well no smell
In da field next to Odell
Stackin dese nacho chips I need Rotel
You know how it go
Come to da backdoor
Don't ever touch my doorbell
Dis dat trap house rock
I see a feign tryna get him a rock
What you gon do
You gon serve him or not
Ima get mine and then hurry him out
Sticks in da spot holdin 30 a pop
Run in dis bitch and you bone to get shot
He lookin hot so we airing him out
Cash da only thang I'm caring about
Grams in turn my scale on
7 8 zones got em gone
If it's valuable I probably sell it
Dope so strong I still smell it
Cuttin 9 slabs dis a deli
Feel like I'm in da movie belly
Put me in and watch me work my jelly
Flippin babies
Who is R Kelly
(WTF)
I'm just tryna get rich
Hood supervillain I just flew off with yo bitch
Left hickies all on her tits
Woke up to steak and grits
Smell like police dats bacon bits
Im workin a scale or breakin a bitch
(God damn)
Yea I got money to get
Straight out da ass I'm da shit
(Ewww)
Still got da tool and I'm a felon
Shrooms got me very psychedelic
Legendary like I'm Makaveli
Lay a opp on his back or belly
Cash chasing mean green machine
No matter how I do it it's supreme
Cash knots bustin out my jeans
Well acquainted with a triple beam
Im finna sow up da block
Flippin acres out da livin room straight out a box
And it all came in da mail
Zipped up well no smell
In da field next to Odell
Stackin dese nacho chips I need Rotel
You know how it go
Come to da backdoor
Don't ever touch my doorbell
Dis dat trap house rock
I see a feign tryna get him a rock
What you gon do
You gon serve him or not
Ima get mine and then hurry him out
Sticks in da spot holdin 30 a pop
Run in dis bitch and you bone to get shot
He lookin hot so we airing him out
Cash da only thang I'm caring about
Cash da only thang I'm caring about
Watch yo bitch cuz she staring a lot
Smoke session we comparin da pot
She gettin touchy now I'm wearin it out
Debo
I had to stall her out
Ego
Had her fallin out
Now I'm back to chasin mills
Kick dat hoe out baby dis ain't a drill
I don't sell drank baby I sell OOZE
Fresh ice whites left a stain on da shoe
I got dat skunk in da venue
I'm sellin Pepé Le Pew
My stamps on da pack who im shippin it to
Have a good day pleasure doin business with you
All hands on tryna bring up da crew
We'll be right dere in a minute or two
300 black out don't shoot 22
Shoot you in da mouth you'll miss mo than a tooth
Reignin on top like a drop on da roof
Finesser for guap I can sell you da flu
Size 13 you can't walk in my shoe
Trap house tour feigns walkin you thru
Grade A hustler talkin to you
If you want dese bars
I can offer it too
You can have dat shit
Errthang must muhf*ckin go mayne
I'm tellin you errthang
Probably even you