Trap House lyrics

[Verse 1]:
Tell these hoes I’m tryna smash
She played with my balls like a sport
b*tch where the f*ck is the rest of the cash?
Like a midget she came up short (f*ck you doing b*tch)
I do it but I can’t do it no bigger
b*tch if it ain’t another but that pus*y n*gga living
Who the f*ck is this knocking on my front door (f*ck You then)
I love hoes but I hate hoe n*ggas
Smoking, I blew smoke all in her face
These n*ggas tryna check me
I ripped that cheque and throw it away
These n*ggas fake they should win an Oscar
Popping pills I got from my doctor
Sipping some up in the crown vic
I popped that pus*y she called me big poppa
I hope these hoes don't play with me
Cause I ain't slap a hoe in weeks
My best friend with the AK
And I make sure my best friend stay with me
Running like these check on me
pus*y in my face and it taste so sweet
And it clean told the b*tch off of me
pus*y ass n*ggas don't stand by me
pus*y b*tches just lying on me
Running me down trying me
Why these hoes keep lying on me
Why these hoes keep lying on me
Climb on trees
Turn up turn up turn up turn up
Turn up turn up turn up turn up
If these pus*y n*ggas thinking they cool
I hit them with burner
Hit them with the
Pow pow pow
Pow pow pow
She blow my digits like a creep