Trap House lyrics

[Intro: Kenny Mac]
If you ain't got no tape with Kenny Mac you lackin’
If you ain't got no beats from Kenny Mac you lackin' man
That n*gga the plug man, I could merch n*gga
Step your f*cking weight up man
DJ Vell

[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
I was chillin at the mothaf*ckin trap house, n*gga lookin out for the police
n*gga talkin sh*t like he know me, I’mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
n*gga talkin' beef gotta show me, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me
I was chillin' at the motherf*ckin' trap house, n*gga lookin' out for the police
n*gga talkin’ sh*t like he know me, I’mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
n*gga talkin' beef gotta show me, f*ck n*gga you don’t really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Boolin' out the motherf*ckin’ trap house, with a couple young n*ggas and a couple OG's
Friendly riding through the f*cking back street know the AK-47 sitting on the back seat
pus*y n*gga would tryna try me, .223 motherf*cker don't try me
I'mma sweep off with your fit, paradise eat everybody know
Slidin' through the bih with the big homie, grippin' lotta cheese know I keep the macaroni
Young n*gga acting like Tony, snort a whole line he gon' go macaroni
Knock off your head like a split, buss your head down like a whole damn brick
Yall n*ggas ain't really talking sh*t
You talkin real talk but I ain't worry bout sh*t
Yall n*gga better ask around slime who done ran that motherf*cker n*gga yeah straight up and down
All up in your b*tch mouth, one f*cking royal b*tch b*tch gonna pull her panties down
n*ggas thought that they was my opponent, you crazy homie
Slime noon and you know I stay on it
[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
I was chillin at the mothaf*ckin trap house, n*gga lookin out for the police
n*gga talkin sh*t like he know me, I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
n*gga talkin beef gotta show me, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me
I was chillin at the mothaf*ckin trap house, n*gga lookin out for the police
n*gga talkin sh*t like he know me, I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
n*gga talkin beef gotta show me, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me

[Verse 2: Kourtney Money]
This is something like a trap song
Ring ding ding my dope stay up all night long
Chains coming back to back got a trunk in the back, know enough I need of Heroin
I only do it one more time cause I done f*ck this b*tch up again haa
Trap out of the motherf*ckin coupe lookin nasty, haa
b*tch said why you look so mean and why you talk so nasty, I said b*tch I get money
For the f*ckin good, and I said you look kinda thirsty b*tch, huh, you wanna f*ck for it? haaa haaa
Let's go get it, big sh*t campin, big ol motherf*ckin livin'
How you motherf*ckin livin', hunnid thousand on me right now, I'm just chillin
b*tch I'm just chillin, a b*tch said why you lookin so mean for told the b*tch I'm just livin
Gods given

[Chorus: Kourtney Money]
I was chillin at the mothaf*ckin trap house, n*gga lookin out for the police
n*gga talkin sh*t like he know me, I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
n*gga talkin beef gotta show me, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me
I was chillin at the mothaf*ckin trap house, n*gga lookin out for the police
n*gga talkin sh*t like he know me, I'mma pull up on his ass like he owe me
n*gga talkin beef gotta show me, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me
Yeah I hang with the killers and the OG's, f*ck n*gga you don't really know me
[Outro: DJ Beelow]
DJ Beelow
Rad if you kill dem