Damn
Who the f*ck doin' allat screamin
I heard shots, check if he breathin
Watched 'em plot, boy they be schemin,
Lord why you got me down here
With these heathens, ion follow rappers
I follow Jesus, but I be wit' niggas
Wit' no problem squeezing
I was too lit, I don't think I scene it
Hol' up, woah
They skrt'd off left a hubcap
He dead, ion think he gon' bust back
Now his mans got money on his mustache
Streets talkin', I heard it's a must grab
Heard he tried to backdoor him through his rugrat
Can't keep up, I'm like where the love at
Drown sorrows in bottles and dub that
Then they wake up next morning like
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This a trap house
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This the trap house
Damn, if i do say
I went too hard on the D'usse
They love me, they hate me
Can't make up they mind
Too many mood swangs
Kick shit like Liu Kang
Can't save hoes like Bruce Wayne
Feel like Sremmurd Rae
Feel like Sremmurd Rae
Cause
The ganja make young nigga swang
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Yeah a young nigga will not hesitate
Is this the trap house
You looked trapped out
Cleanliness next to Godliness
Finna take the trash out
This a team if it ain' bout WWE
You get smackdown
Double d's on my new blicky
Got her racks out
10 seconds left in regulation
Got the pass now
Ima shoot the shit, no I ain' gon miss
Yeah that's the cash sound
You a bitch, get off my dick
We leave em ass'd out
Crash dummy, on a crash course
Finna crash now
Woah woah woah woah
Slow ya roll
You in a hurry
Might not make it down the road
Woah woah woah woah
Slow ya roll
You in a hurry
Man you might not make it down the road
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This a trap house
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This the trap house
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Damn
Who the f*ck doin' allat screamin
I heard shots, check if he breathin
Watched 'em plot, boy they be schemin,
Lord why you got me down here
With these heathens, ion follow rappers
I follow Jesus, but I be wit' niggas
Wit' no problem squeezing
I was too lit, I don't think I scene it
Hol' up, woah
They skrt'd off left a hubcap
He dead, ion think he gon' bust back
Now his mans got money on his mustache
Streets talkin', I heard it's a must grab
Heard he tried to backdoor him through his rugrat
Can't keep up, I'm like where the love at
Drown sorrows in bottles and dub that
Then they wake up next morning like
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This a trap house
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This the trap house
Damn, if i do say
I went too hard on the D'usse
They love me, they hate me
Can't make up they mind
Too many mood swangs
Kick shit like Liu Kang
Can't save hoes like Bruce Wayne
Feel like Sremmurd Rae
Feel like Sremmurd Rae
Cause
The ganja make young nigga swang
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Yeah a young nigga will not hesitate
Is this the trap house
You looked trapped out
Cleanliness next to Godliness
Finna take the trash out
This a team if it ain' bout WWE
You get smackdown
Double d's on my new blicky
Got her racks out
10 seconds left in regulation
Got the pass now
Ima shoot the shit, no I ain' gon miss
Yeah that's the cash sound
You a bitch, get off my dick
We leave em ass'd out
Crash dummy, on a crash course
Finna crash now
Woah woah woah woah
Slow ya roll
You in a hurry
Might not make it down the road
Woah woah woah woah
Slow ya roll
You in a hurry
Man you might not make it down the road
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This a trap house
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This the trap house
Who the f*ck doin' allat screamin
I heard shots, check if he breathin
Watched 'em plot, boy they be schemin,
Lord why you got me down here
With these heathens, ion follow rappers
I follow Jesus, but I be wit' niggas
Wit' no problem squeezing
I was too lit, I don't think I scene it
Hol' up, woah
They skrt'd off left a hubcap
He dead, ion think he gon' bust back
Now his mans got money on his mustache
Streets talkin', I heard it's a must grab
Heard he tried to backdoor him through his rugrat
Can't keep up, I'm like where the love at
Drown sorrows in bottles and dub that
Then they wake up next morning like
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This a trap house
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This the trap house
Damn, if i do say
I went too hard on the D'usse
They love me, they hate me
Can't make up they mind
Too many mood swangs
Kick shit like Liu Kang
Can't save hoes like Bruce Wayne
Feel like Sremmurd Rae
Feel like Sremmurd Rae
Cause
The ganja make young nigga swang
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Yeah a young nigga will not hesitate
Is this the trap house
You looked trapped out
Cleanliness next to Godliness
Finna take the trash out
This a team if it ain' bout WWE
You get smackdown
Double d's on my new blicky
Got her racks out
10 seconds left in regulation
Got the pass now
Ima shoot the shit, no I ain' gon miss
Yeah that's the cash sound
You a bitch, get off my dick
We leave em ass'd out
Crash dummy, on a crash course
Finna crash now
Woah woah woah woah
Slow ya roll
You in a hurry
Might not make it down the road
Woah woah woah woah
Slow ya roll
You in a hurry
Man you might not make it down the road
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Awh shit, where I'm at, think I blacked out
Been goin' hard all week
I must've tapped out
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This a trap house
Bring my mask out
Finna max out
It's jih dirty in this bitch
This the trap house
Writer: Tylon Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid