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Jumped off the porch going hard in the paint

Momma front yard where we serve the dank

Prescription card for the exotic like I’m in the Bay

I’m the colonel of the trap, shit No Limit tank

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Gotta get the work off juugin' when the mailman drop off

Got another quarter million in the post office

Paper cut count up in the dope house

My neck still screamin' like a Soap Opera

Young nigga serving with hand choppers

Prescription drugs like a damn doctor

Master P with a new no limit tank

I fly them falcons Longway Arthur Blank

Im the one who that fed Guwop all them pints

Sippin and spillin' the lean tip we faint

Blue Benjamins smell like OG in the bank

My cousin got the vante got the OG bungee jumping from the A

To Columbus, KK, k

Back to trap, where we work the Cali Juugin' nothin but the Onions, kk

Jumped out the porch went hard in the paint

We strapping the Xanny Bars, and the Percs

My momma front yard where we put in the work

Trap that bitch out go bizerk, MPA money pounds and ammunition

Look at the flick of my wrist in the kitchen

Beat up the pot with the beater lets get it

Trappin and rappin', G-s on the scale

When I Turnt myself in I smell like a whole bale

Longway Bitch

Jumped off the porch going hard in the paint

Momma front yard where we serve the dank

Prescription card for the exotic like I’m in the Bay

I’m the colonel of the trap, shit No Limit tank

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Jumped off the porch going hard in the paint

Momma front yard where we serve the dank

Prescription card for the exotic like I’m in the Bay

Im the colonel of the trap, shit No Limit tank

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the trap house juugin' out my momma yard

OG Gas Bag

10 pack of Midget I stash in the trunk

Nigga pullin' up with noise

Hand chopper call the bitch a hand saw

Pussy nigga pull my card turn a nigga to a Hell Cat tryna dodge

Back to the trap house with that Steven Segal, Sylvestor Stallone

Thats what you calling' strong in the cone

I get that Backwood stuff-crust it

Back to the trap-house my mailman drop it off in a bucket

I get that package and I bunk it

Turn that neighborhood to California

Chargin 400 for 4 different ounces

Presidential Gas Cannabis, Louis 13, Cherry Pie, Sherbert Bag

I got em Best Buy

Back to the trap where we sell it out

Arm and Hammer egg beater in the pot

But my wrist again Mr. Whip-A-Lot

Residue in my rollie turn to Uncle Ice

Hit it, Auntie gon test it out

In the trap with them choppers no vests out

Play a game we gone stretch em out

Longway Bitch

Jumped off the porch going hard in the paint

Momma front yard where we serve the dank

Prescription card for the exotic like I’m in the Bay

I’m the colonel of the trap, shit No Limit tank

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house

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