Country Dons – TrapHouse Lyrics
Ma turn this party to a trap-house
Nittys smoking white till they black out
I know I was broke but I got racks now
Put her in submissions make her tap out
Tap out tap out
I know I was broke but I got racks now
Racks now racks now
Put her in submissions make her tap out
Yo Imma turn the block into a war
Ever squeezed off the shotty corn flying through the door
I’m the truth and they know
Neck shots when I roll
He got slapped in his dome
3 stacks for this pole
4 bags for the spins
We put packs into cling
Sent a bag to his account and got him wrapped on the wing
There not safe in the jail
I got him shaved in his cell
25 for a sweet I’m not saving these bells
I just let it rain for all those times I’ve been in pain
In and out of lanes counting readies in my shades
Any beef then I’ll aim
We got the glizzy in the range
He knows exactly what I’m on so whys he capping on my name
If I don’t make it out from rap plan b you know we stay breaking down them packs
I ain’t trusting no bitch to be saving racks
If I back ima shoot, I’m not taking chat
Imma turn this party to a trap-house
Nittys smoking white till they black out
I know I was broke but I got racks now
Put her in submissions make her tap out
Tap out
Tap out
I know I was broke but I got racks now
Racks now
Racks now
Put her in submissions make her tap out
Yo we skrring foreigns through the ends like it’s the grand pri
Had nothing from a youngen used to fall in love with bad b’s
Now im making money I need more spots to stash p
I’m paying peoples rent so they treat me like I’m family standard
Had to cut him loose he’s like a anker
I tell get this money feed your family that’s gangster
I’m selling proper ganja this ain’t no propaganda
Calli buds had my white bruddah talking like he’s rasta
Look gully rid a 6 in the can whilst still mashing p
Came out dropped a 100 on a kettle and some Louie V
My akis in the trap but I know millionaires who get it clean
Never had a silver spoon I came up off a quarter b
Countryside to huddersfield shit you know my teams strong
And shout booter bee my aki thats a real don
It’s not long one call I get you squeezed on
10 packs land give me 2 days it’s all gone
Guns out in country got the glizzy on my hip
Yo cock it back and shoot I’ll put a bullet in your wig
Quarter mill lines and burners talk beef then were lurking
Poked him once now that pussy was squirting
Bro come we turn that party to a trap-house
Pussy so good babygirl it made tap out
Blacked out we don’t back down
Course they know my face in my cunch town
Imma turn this party to a traphouse
Nittys smoking white till they black out
I know I was broke but I got racks now
Put her in submissions make her tap out
Tap out tap out
I know I was broke but I got racks now
Racks now racks now
Put her in submissions make her tap out
