Smoke Dawg - Trap House lyrics

[Intro] Huh Haye haye 878 n***a Anno Gang n***a Aule! Soobax! Gang [Hook] I cop it, repress it, I'm reckless I stretch it, remixing the dope I turn a 2 into a 4 bag it up and I sell it for low Trap, trap, trap, trap n***a it's all we know Only real k**ers and drug dealers up in my bando n***a in my bando Trap house doing numbers Trap, trap house doing numbers Trap house doing numbers Trap house doing numbers Trap, trap house doing numbers In the field up with gunners Don't come up from the spot, hear the drop, we don't deal with newcomers Trap house doing numbers Trap house doing numbers Trap house doing numbers Trap house doing numbers [Verse 1] My number 1 client call me up and said "Smoke I need a pigeon" (Where you at?) So I copped it, repressed it My b**h do the dishes AK do the dropoff and lets do the pitchin' Hoes love how we livin' You gotta be a fisher just to step in my kitchen And my hitters efficient So Capo don't miss when he blowing that Smithen Shooting guard is his position He gon' shoot from a distance, he ain't leavin' no witness To make it out the hood, no n***a that's the number 1 mission So I invest in a Pyrex pot then my money start flippin' Hey I be chippin, OT and Blacks flippin' packs that's how I made my livin' (OT) I don't deal with new n***as cuz the new n***as be the ones snitchin' (No new n***as) Burner on me I be grippin' Rarri got the beamy gon' flip him Shots let stumble then we trip him Make sure he finished then we dip in (Gang) [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm in the trap tryna add it up Workin' the pot, let me add the cup Supposed to be a 2 but I turned it to a 4 My clients they gon' be mad as f** But it's OK I take that sh** OT and back then I move the whole thing Young n***a I caught up in the dope game But I came up off my own name (That's crazy) Broski told me once I touch 10 stacks ain't no looking back (Ain't no looking back) I don't invest in a hoe lil n***a I only invest in my trap (Trap trap trap trap) And I invest in my shooters So all my hitters stay strapped Free Mr. 47 and 50 shots, man I hope they come back Ridin' in a white challenger with a b**h head on my lap (Skr!) It's gon' be a hot summer (bisbas!) And I put that on my mother Shoutout to my brothers (Shoutout gang) Chief Ano was a gunner Money [?] in the trap doing wonders b**h pull up to a bumper Pull up on a n***a and we shoot him like a jumper (Bang!) [Hook]