Trop bon - Free Style

I’m talking trap shit

From now on, if you ain’t been in that booth

I don’t wanna do a song with you

Trap shit, aye

I roll up my weed, I’m smokin' that pound

I’m up in the boat, I think it’s a drought

The car should pull out, the rest should pull out

What else can I say?

I love the trap house

I love the trap house (x4)

The car should pull out, the rest should pull out

What else can I say?

I love the trap house

I’m up in the boat, I’m whippin' a fo'

I’m whippin' a nine, the Rollie my time, no wastin' my time

I’m doing my time if I do the crime, these niggas gon' tell

I said these niggas gon' tell, they ain’t got no bail, these niggas is hell

I love it, I love it like August Alsina, I’m whippin' a Beamer

These niggas, they plottin', these niggas, they schemin',

Made everybody say «Woo!»

I’m up in the boat with Gambino, they say «Woo!»

Her pussy got a little tang so I say «Wu!»

Heh, heh, heh, don’t crack me up

Money, you know I stacked it up

Six months then I packed it up, trap rules

Carry so much weight, shit, I gotta make the news

I love the trap house

What can I say?

I love the bando, you don’t need to be talking

What can I say?

The bando got a nigga Giuseppe-walking

Papi know that I’mma shoot

If you try to take a deuce, lean or boot

She a bad bitch but I make her cook, now she mad at me

She jingalin' them pockets out a papi

It ain’t a trap house, you ain’t got a shooter at the door

Hell nah, it ain’t no trap house, you ain’t got a fork and a bowl

I can’t get enough of the egg beater

Got my hand in the bowl whippin' jungle fever

Walk in my trap house, I’m selling that Justin Bieber

Trap nigga, using my strap for a heater

My diamonds on cold, they callin' me Freezer

You pussy nigga, they call you Vegeta

A hundred thousand for a feature

Fifty thousand for a picture

Back then was I was a lil' nigga

Gettin' in trouble, had to see the preacher

Mama told me read the scripture

«Put God first and you’ll be a rich nigga»

Whippin' and whippin' and whippin' and whippin' that pot

(Whippin' it, whippin' it, whippin' it) Till my arms fall off

Lot of ratchets, pacer active, money machine how I’m coppin' it

I love the trap house, got a brick on my couch

Got a K on my couch, got yo' bitch in my house

I built the empire, started with a ounce

Stretching the nine cause every ground counts

Trap out the bando, just like I’m Rambo

It’s just surveillance when I change the channel

Trappin' and cappin' bought me a new Phantom

I paid my dues, I dropped outta school

They say I’m a fool, I’m whippin' the deuce

I never fold cause I don’t have a clue

Touch down on a pussy like dog food

Distributing work with intentions

I’m the teacher, yo' bitch in detention

Fifty bricks all outta quantity

Controllin' the flour, good quality

(Woop woop) There go 12!

Go in the house, we can’t go to jail!

No T.I., I’m on a paper trail

Enchilada for sale like Taco Bell

Indian, trap with the cartel

Cook in the kitchen, Offset a chef

My fork swim in water like Michael Phelps

I made a million in the trap with no help!