Mercy - Trap House lyrics

[Produced by Mercy] [Verse] Ooh! Yeah Lil Tunechi got it jumpin like Jordan These p**y a** n***as can't guard me These rookie a** n***as still crawlin These lookin a** n***as eyeballin These hookin a** b**hes eyeballin But I got a bad b**h at home cooking dinner Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starvin These crooked a** cops still winnin Black man family still mournin Black President ain't do nothin We need a real n***a up in that office Got the White House jumpin like Jordan Got the crack house jumpin like Jordan I want my new house bigger than Jordan's With a backyard bigger than a forest Like "ooh!" bedroom jumpin like Jordan Hoes at the door and they arguin This dick a superstar, they want stardom My life like Bailey and Barnum's These b**hes ain't got no manners These n***as ain't got no standards My b**h ain't got no love handles Boy, I'm clippin that toe on that camel I got b**hes that'll k** for me - Charles Manson s** this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow Ooh, chopper sittin on my lap like the mall Santa n***a, shoot you all in your gall bladder Your pallbearers need pallbearers I'm mixin weed like gumbo I knock your head off - fumble Homeboys be cutthroat That sh** got me with a lump throat But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley Young Money was my best investment Goin harder than my predecessor I don't break records, I sets the records Lil Tunechi comin back like Kobe n***as stab me in the back, I owe 'em Got a house in the hills Now a n***a gotta deal With mountain lions and coyotes Semi, I keep that semi And friendly? I can't be friendly Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles You look like Wendy's House in the hills jumpin like Jordan I can't swim but I'm throwin pool parties Got a b**h over there, and a b**h over there A young n***a startin to feel cornered My LA house jumpin like Jordan My Miami house jumpin like Jordan Can't forget about my house in New Orleans So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry I want my new b**h titties enormous With a backyard and a pretty garden With a p**y more pink than a orchid Young n***a gonna treat it like a florist I got my side b**h feeling important I got my main b**h feeling immortal I got my ex b**h feeling insulted Cause wifey get money like Kimora I got a fine b**h feelin exhausted Cause I'mma put this dick on her til tomorrow I'mma pull up on a b**h in a Gallardo Then I'mma take the top off like a barber I go down and kiss her Pearl Harbor She's so down with this New World Order f** the sh** out her in a sauna Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton Got a goon named Fernando At the front door your condo Knock-knock, who's there? He don't care, he's psycho Bad b**h with a nice throat She ice cold and she like hoes Ooh, she just my type These other hoes just typos Young n***a coming back like Jordan So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry Yeah, a n***a had to go back to the stash But a n***a 'stache like James Harden Young n***a drank lean like water Young n***a smoke weed like Marley Young n***a on the Moon like Warren Young n***a on this sh** like Charmin Ooh, my b**h got a rack, Dolly Parton f** her all night long to some Marvin Fall asleep in the p**y, good lawdy Woke up in a new Bugatti, good mornin Young n***a got guns, good luck Nina Ross say "Me so horny" Lil Tunechi, at the top its so lonely Got fat pockets, never bony I'm with a model b**h, she so bony I done shook sh** up, its so foamy I just cooked this up, its still hot You could still smell the kitchen on me n***a I'll have your homies Singin "Damn I miss my homie" I got a mountain of weed I got a mountain of cash I got mountains like Wyoming I got a bad b**h and she foreign She always mad with me, I'm sorry She say "Damn why you can't call me?" "Cause they be taxin for that roamin" She a tan b**h, she orange I can't stand a snitchin informant n***as cooked crack on a Foreman While y'all boys was still sparrin, uhh This that Sorry for the Wait 2 Tell the dead homies you pray to You on your way too That the truth is hard to swallow You got fake juice Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh Got the gas out shootin like Jordan I put your homeboy face on a T-shirt And put your own face on a milk carton Busy, I've been so busy Ain't even got time for quickies That's why my b**h been so b**hy I'm outchea tryin' to get me I'm coming back out jumpin like Jordan I'm so sorry for the wait, I'm tardy I wrote a letter to my competition It started off with: Dearly Departed Hippie, I be so trippy Give her p**y a hicky I hope she ain't strictly dickly So we can menage to Nicki, ooh