Young SmoKe A.R. - Trap House Lyrics

SmoKe The Great where'd u go
Like a demon imma take ur soul
Jump and kill u while u take a nice stroll
Then you'll be screaming oh no no.

Anywhere we toke
Always cigars and dope
Officers asks if we're high nope
Need to wash my hands where the soap

That girl what a nice chest
Nice top is it your best
21 clips in his chest
Blood everywhere what a mess

Sesame street imma kill big bird
It him wit the facts get jumped like a nerd
Your hair looks like a guys turd
Bird is the word havent u heard?

Loose shooter remeber my name
Lost your watch what a shame
Imma pop a cap in your brain
Might at well call your mom my slave

If i see u imma jump your ass
No i aint in the top of my class
But i still smack ur bitchs ass
In my car to furious and to fast

I be smoking hella dank
I be making hella bank
If you need i gotta 10 tanks
Kill you i dont feel no pain

F*ckin safe get that shit locked
Some lonely faggot using a sock
Ding dong ditch knock knock run
Before i mow you down with my gun

Aint no superman let out the criminals
I be breathing in the chemicals
Nice hybrid is that a rental
Theres no god there is no micracles

In the trap house f*ck the feds
Pop a few xans
Go to bed
The rappers nowadays repeat what they said
Not me f*ck you fill you with led