C-Sick - Trap House (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] YSL! It's Dolph! 300! Shout out C-Sick OTF! C-Sick! Thugger! [Hook: Lil Durk] My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low [Verse 1: Lil Durk] I got syrup in my trap house Somethin' like a Waffle House Try to steal out my trap I'ma have Lud Foe come and wipe 'em out Yeah, yeah I swear it's doin' numbers I'm f**in' with a rubber My n***as gettin' money So f** if you don't love me You n***as wanna k** me But n***as tryna hug me They act like they love me Wanna cop me, they a dummy But my trap house a Waffle House Sippin' lean for my sadness Got a bad b**h for dessert Got a bad b**h for dessert Cause my trap house like a Waffle House, yeah [Hook: Lil Durk] My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low [Verse 2: Young Dolph] My trap house rollin' That young n***a global Trappin' out a Rover Pulled up on your b**h It was hard for her to keep her composure Cough syrup in my soda Call my plug, say, "Hurry up, n***a! What's the hold up?" I got family to feed, it cost the most to please 80 racks on my arm when I roll up my sleeve Another 50 on the charm cause I've been boomin' Ps Sittin' in the hot tub smokin' weed and watchin' TV Diamonds dancin', that's how you know it's me when you see me My phone blowin' up (hello?) The trap goin' crazy (pull up) They can't get enough Dolphy got them flavors I'll shut your trap down The best prices in town It's Dolph [Hook: Lil Durk] My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low [Verse 3: Young Thug] I trap out my mama's house I eat at the Waffle House I see what you're talkin' 'bout If you be what I'm talkin' 'bout I shot him the other day Cause what he was talkin' 'bout (what you was sayin') Real k**ers don't say no words Lil Durk got 300 birds I'm ridin' with a stick and I'm ridin' with your b**h I nut on her face, I'ma nut on them tits Yeah, nut, I whip up some eggs and I scramble the sh** Cook, n***a don't play if you not 'bout this sh** Ambulance, they gon' wait on the b**h I got them diamonds and now you see my face I'm mothaf**in' blessed While I'm trappin', I trap out the Waffle House Lil Durk, he smoke blunt like a bomboclat Pay attention, get the formula I'm ridin' with Snoop Dogg like I'm Bow Wow now Don't cut my dope or we're fallin' out (murder) We step in the club and it's snowin' now Diamonds so wet like a water fountain Plus, this that 300 sh**, Durk gonna tell the b**h [Hook: Lil Durk] My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low [Outro: Young Thug] We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low For the low For the low Tony Montana, they for the low Spend it on my son, man that body low Hundred racks spent on your hoe That's why she don't say no My money green like a pear Who you want for Durk, you know she said...