Trap house Mob

Yoz, what you tellin' me? (Yeah)

What you tellin' me?

Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me

Juju on the beat

I got Mike to the left of me, huh, wait

Woo

Look, look, aye, what up?

Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout?

What them folks talkin' 'bout? (Huh)

Look, Brody gon' grrt that, grrt that

Brrt that, brrt that, send shots, make 'em get back

All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff, my **** ain't into that

**** be talkin' hot, but he ain't on shit (Woo)

I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (Well)

If I go to jail, ****, I'll plead the fifth (Uh)

'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid

**** tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?

I'm like ****, fuck the pigs

The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick?"

I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic"

My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen?

I said, "I'll pop a Perc' and feel amazin'"

Shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh

Look at the money I'm raisin'

She wanna fuck, hold on

She snuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment

She get dick and edible arrangements

That's the only form of payment

Shawty a snack

And after I smack, I'ma blow out her back

She like, "Papi, you so crazy" huh

I told her, "Wine on me, baby" (Hold on)

She wanna star, she wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are

These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw

When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (Brrt, woo)

She wanna grip that, lick that, ass where the stick at

Freak bitch, put my dick where her lips at (Woo)

She goin' all gas, no chit-chat (Aye)

She goin' all gas, no chit-chat (Aye)

Bah-bah-ba-bum here come that boy with the drum (Woo)

If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (Brrt, brrt)

If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun (Brrt, brrt)

Aye, I go dumb, dumb, dumb (Go dumb)

Air it out, leave him slump, slump, slumped

Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci

Pull up with a pump, pump, pump (Pop, pop, pop)