Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Gang lil nigga yeh im really in the streets
And im really in da field but i aint wearin on no cleats
If a nigga want da beef ima serve him all da meats
Onna gang onna gang i b gassin all these beats
I be workin on dis money i aint worried bouta tweet
Yeh that nigga lost his life just for thinkin it was sweet
Yeh that nigga lost his life cause im workkin w that heat
If he speakin on my name he gettin knokked off his feet
I be gettin all this cake all my brothers they gon eat
I be really in da game lil nigga take a seat
He ranned up in me weong now that nigga went defeat
Sneak dissin onna song off the map he got delete
Ill forrever be a dog aint no bitch up in my veins
Yeh my money gettin long like a mofoka train
All these demons in my body ima really go insane
I aint worried bout nobody im just stayin in my lane
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Maxed out like my contract when i sign
If bro trippin someone in the other side finna die
Too sour u aint got no clout you a lemon lime
So geeked im turnt , i cant even tel the time
Pop this 30, run up 30 then my heart hurtin
U bought designer up off clearance it is not working
Bro poured a 4 ina pop now he keep burpin
Sorry bitch yo time is over bruh it is not workin
Why them niggas lurkin, so bro keep a pole
Me her and hit once we can take a tole
Aktin like a demon till bro up a soul
Niggas fruits they aint gotta role
Run it up until i cant nomore
Uncle smoke the opps he dont smoke crack nomo
Why he aint pass his time he aint gotta bag nomo
I watch bro 6 why he go pour a 4
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Speakin down but u broke thas a goddam shame
All these niggas dont want smoke if they speakin on my name
Ima beast in the streets u can neva eva tame
Heard that nigga want sum clout we gon really give him fame
If he runs up on me wrong ima bust his fken brains
IIf that nigga want da funk then these bullets bouta rain
Put these bullets on his chest we gon make him feel sum pain
How u flexin in 3 bands i just spent that onna chain
Ever since i started rappin they dont look at me the same
All you niggas be sum bitches yahl aint really what yahl klaim
I got shooters by my side and they got perfeect aim
12 years old and i was really in da game
I aint nun like u niggas all u niggas hella lame
Free my brothers out the prison yeh they always took the blame
All this shit turned me a demon yeh look what i became
Yhung d lil bitch i be fukin on yo main
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Yhung D - Trap House (feat. 9millii) [Remix] Lyrics
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Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Gang lil nigga yeh im really in the streets
And im really in da field but i aint wearin on no cleats
If a nigga want da beef ima serve him all da meats
Onna gang onna gang i b gassin all these beats
I be workin on dis money i aint worried bouta tweet
Yeh that nigga lost his life just for thinkin it was sweet
Yeh that nigga lost his life cause im workkin w that heat
If he speakin on my name he gettin knokked off his feet
I be gettin all this cake all my brothers they gon eat
I be really in da game lil nigga take a seat
He ranned up in me weong now that nigga went defeat
Sneak dissin onna song off the map he got delete
Ill forrever be a dog aint no bitch up in my veins
Yeh my money gettin long like a mofoka train
All these demons in my body ima really go insane
I aint worried bout nobody im just stayin in my lane
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Maxed out like my contract when i sign
If bro trippin someone in the other side finna die
Too sour u aint got no clout you a lemon lime
So geeked im turnt , i cant even tel the time
Pop this 30, run up 30 then my heart hurtin
U bought designer up off clearance it is not working
Bro poured a 4 ina pop now he keep burpin
Sorry bitch yo time is over bruh it is not workin
Why them niggas lurkin, so bro keep a pole
Me her and hit once we can take a tole
Aktin like a demon till bro up a soul
Niggas fruits they aint gotta role
Run it up until i cant nomore
Uncle smoke the opps he dont smoke crack nomo
Why he aint pass his time he aint gotta bag nomo
I watch bro 6 why he go pour a 4
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Speakin down but u broke thas a goddam shame
All these niggas dont want smoke if they speakin on my name
Ima beast in the streets u can neva eva tame
Heard that nigga want sum clout we gon really give him fame
If he runs up on me wrong ima bust his fken brains
IIf that nigga want da funk then these bullets bouta rain
Put these bullets on his chest we gon make him feel sum pain
How u flexin in 3 bands i just spent that onna chain
Ever since i started rappin they dont look at me the same
All you niggas be sum bitches yahl aint really what yahl klaim
I got shooters by my side and they got perfeect aim
12 years old and i was really in da game
I aint nun like u niggas all u niggas hella lame
Free my brothers out the prison yeh they always took the blame
All this shit turned me a demon yeh look what i became
Yhung d lil bitch i be fukin on yo main
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Gang lil nigga yeh im really in the streets
And im really in da field but i aint wearin on no cleats
If a nigga want da beef ima serve him all da meats
Onna gang onna gang i b gassin all these beats
I be workin on dis money i aint worried bouta tweet
Yeh that nigga lost his life just for thinkin it was sweet
Yeh that nigga lost his life cause im workkin w that heat
If he speakin on my name he gettin knokked off his feet
I be gettin all this cake all my brothers they gon eat
I be really in da game lil nigga take a seat
He ranned up in me weong now that nigga went defeat
Sneak dissin onna song off the map he got delete
Ill forrever be a dog aint no bitch up in my veins
Yeh my money gettin long like a mofoka train
All these demons in my body ima really go insane
I aint worried bout nobody im just stayin in my lane
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Maxed out like my contract when i sign
If bro trippin someone in the other side finna die
Too sour u aint got no clout you a lemon lime
So geeked im turnt , i cant even tel the time
Pop this 30, run up 30 then my heart hurtin
U bought designer up off clearance it is not working
Bro poured a 4 ina pop now he keep burpin
Sorry bitch yo time is over bruh it is not workin
Why them niggas lurkin, so bro keep a pole
Me her and hit once we can take a tole
Aktin like a demon till bro up a soul
Niggas fruits they aint gotta role
Run it up until i cant nomore
Uncle smoke the opps he dont smoke crack nomo
Why he aint pass his time he aint gotta bag nomo
I watch bro 6 why he go pour a 4
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Speakin down but u broke thas a goddam shame
All these niggas dont want smoke if they speakin on my name
Ima beast in the streets u can neva eva tame
Heard that nigga want sum clout we gon really give him fame
If he runs up on me wrong ima bust his fken brains
IIf that nigga want da funk then these bullets bouta rain
Put these bullets on his chest we gon make him feel sum pain
How u flexin in 3 bands i just spent that onna chain
Ever since i started rappin they dont look at me the same
All you niggas be sum bitches yahl aint really what yahl klaim
I got shooters by my side and they got perfeect aim
12 years old and i was really in da game
I aint nun like u niggas all u niggas hella lame
Free my brothers out the prison yeh they always took the blame
All this shit turned me a demon yeh look what i became
Yhung d lil bitch i be fukin on yo main
Yhung thug nigga and im really in da trap house
Niggaz steady kappin they aint livin what they rap bout
Nigga talkin crazy then that nigga getting packed out
Bitch all on my dick so i hadda blow her back out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga black out
Bullets on his head we gon make that nigga tap out
Nigga want the smoke then i gotta bring my strap out
Nigga want the smoke then that nigga getting maxed out
Writer: diego alamilla, emilio barragan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid