Dot N Pro - Trap House lyrics

[Hook] Woke up in a trap, f** is goin' on? Man look at my watch, I've been here too long It's like they got me chained, they don't want me to leave Just trynna feed my fam, but they don't want me to eat [Verse 1] Feel like I'm in a nightmare n***a I'ma f** around and spaz All my n***as in the feds They was bustin' down them stacks I got no choice in the matter and matter of fact see your man Gotta man up so man understand I'ma stand up no playin' I'm sayin' I get it i get it my n***a, the f** would you do? West side rollin' on your b**ha** Came up with some East side n***as known to get cash Whiplash from the drop-top Quick fast then the Glock popped And whip crack in the crock pot (BOP, BOP) How the Glock go, my the clock go Mighty fast when a n***a ain't got sh** Got sick, when I ain't have money That was withdrawals Now I withdraw like I'm 6'4 Yeah that's big ballin', you heard? Yeah I'm John Wall and nobody can guard 'em Chris Paul and I'm Melo, I'm all in that Garden My Rolex say hello to all of my darlings, you heard? Real sh** all in my lines, all in my mind Had to get my mama out the ghetto Need my brother outta prison Get the money out the system Just a Baltimore n***a Wasn't even supposed to get it [Hook] Woke up in a trap, f** is goin' on? Man look at my watch, I've been here too long It's like they got me trapped, they don't want me to leave Just trynna feed my fam, b**h I'm from the streets [Verse 2] I know you should cuff your b**h I know I could get the brain I know y'all don't go this hard I know I go 'gainst the grain I know, I know about strugglin' I know I go gets the change I know n***as who spit them hollows Follow n***as and bust they brains Trust they gang, more than mama So broke can't afford any drama This sh** is too real, bullsh** if you will But I don't advise that, been scrapin' that Pyrex They workin' that stove like they searchin' for gold Man, they basically pirates The f** is the IRS? We hustle n***a Last time I caught a paycheck, it's a safe bet That it wasn't a nine-to-five My n***a caught a case, I had to face that Streets was the test, I had to ace that Get this money ASAP, ugh They clap, we clap Hope the concrete is soft as you want it to be Cause n***as takin' street naps, yeah street naps If we ever relapse, hold on, everybody relax We read traps, let the '44 flex Cause we really in the trap, like a full court press And my n***as in the feds, go forward don't stress Hold your head my n***a, I'ma for sure bet Get that new Ferrari on 'em, bet the boy gon' flex who*es on deck, B'more is on next Haters keep askin', is he gon' do it? Yes Guess they never woke up in the trap [Outro] "Hey! Watch your fingers ladies! The doors are closing, and they'll be shut til' the morning too So overnight, you can dream about what freedom feel like What p**y feel like, what holdin' your baby feel like What kissin' your b**h feel like, but until then... You my b**h! Lock they a**es down! Lock it down!"