Traphouse - Fredo Santana

Fuck a 9 to 5, I be in the trap house

Pockets so fat, don’t make me bring them racks out

Thirties with the tecs out, nigga you get stretched out

I don’t need no job, I be in the traphouse

I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house, fuck a 9 to 5, I be in the trap

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I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house, I don’t need no job,

I be in the traphouse

My neighbors hate me, well I don’t give a damn

Cause I be in the trap, sellin' hard movin' grams

I got that fuckin' work and I’m taxin', Uncle Sam

Yo bitch in love with me, cause I’m a hood nigga

Robbin' me shit, I wish you would nigga

Countin' all this money, you wish you could nigga

A real street nigga get that understood nigga

I’m servin pace no patience, this drug money contain it

A snitch nigga I hate it, real nigga can’t fake it

Yo bitch see me I take her, I tip the bitch like a waitress

Don’t fuck with niggas they haters, You keep the bitch she basic

I switch hoes like I switch clothes, I put up on my 24

My cars filled with coke, My shoe I fill with dope

I don’t chase after no hoes, got shooters trained to blow

They kill a nigga for that dough, couple bricks on the road

You scared nigga go to church, you scared nigga go to church