Testo At the Traphouse - Young Nudy
Testo della canzone At the Traphouse (Young Nudy), tratta dall'album Faded In the Booth
Look at this young nigga (uh-huh)
Look at him (I see him, unc', I see him)
Down there, sittin' in his car (uh-huh)
Smokin' weed, look at them bitches
Look, look, look at him, he thuggin'
I see him, unc' (20Rocket on this beat, so it's gon' knock)
Geeked up, look at him, gettin' high as a motherfucker (yeah, he is high as a motherfucker)
Him and all his little compadres and shit (they talkin' 'bout they gang)
Look at them motherfuckers, all them motherfuckin' guns and shit
Makin' the motherfuckin' block hot
I don't fuck with them niggas
Them motherfuckers got to go, they fuckin' up a real nigga money
What you gon' do? What you gon' do?
Blam!
Bitch, I be geekin', I'm high like a China man
I got the stick, it's from Africa
I'm with hyenas, they comin' right after you
I am a boss so you know I'm a trapper, bro
In the trap spot tryna count it out, add it up
Sippin' on red and this lean got me slow as fuck
Take all these drugs, man, you know I'm a addict
On Adderall, got my gun, don't panic
Bro with that Glock and you know it ain't jammin'
AR-15, man, you know it do damage
Got the Draco when we spin 'round your block
Shoot through your window, no callin' the cops
Hello? Hello? Hello?
This that fuck nigga?
Who the fuck is this?
Nigga, get the fuck off the block, nigga
The fuck you mean, get off your block?
I just be geeked out my mind, yeah, that's always
I got my gun on me always
In the hood posted with cup in my hands
Stuffed crust blunt and my pocket full of bands
Smokin' on bubblegum, bitch wanna dance
Poppin' that pussy just for these blue bands
Throwin' footballs in my cup, them Xans
Muscle relaxer got me feelin' like a new man
I am in that, bitch, and I'm moving
Geeked up, hell yeah, bitch, and I'm zooted
Yeah, man, you know, I had to tell that nigga Nudy (sure enough)
Down the block, man (sure enough)
Tryna fuck up my plays and shit
Man (they said they lookin' for you though)
Who that is right there?
In the trap house tryna get 'em in, get 'em out
You ain't get no money, slow motion, need to hush your mouth
McDonald's drive-through, nigga, like a traphouse
I can get 'em in right now, they can get it out
Told the competition, pull up on you, we gon' switch it down
Gotta touch the tweet on the Glock, you ain't hear a sound
He a pussycat, so I gotta go and kill that
Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, you ain't gettin' shit back
Niggas get robbed every day, nigga, know that
Tryna hold your nuts, tell your bitch come and hold that
Got it in her mouth and the bitch steady chokin'
Laughin' at the bitch 'cause the ash keep fallin' on her face
Gelato out the blunt that I taste (yeah)
I smoke to the face while she give me the face (nah)
She ask can she hit it? Like, bitch, no way
Out a ho spot, bitch, have a good day (yeah)
Back in the traphouse bustin' down nines
Tryna turn a deuce to a four
Still tryna whip it, try to stretch out some more
Got some young niggas tryna come and work the door
I trap slow right now, we need some more (yeah)
Buddy just called, man, let's go rob them folks (yeah)
Heard he got the scoop, say he got all the dope (yeah)
And wipe him out too 'cause we need all the dough (okay)
In the trap house tryna get 'em in, get 'em out
You ain't get no money, slow motion, need to hush your mouth
McDonald's drive-through, nigga, like a traphouse (traphouse)
I can get 'em in right now, they can get it out
Told the competition, pull up on you, we gon' switch it down (switch it up)
Gotta touch the tweet on the Glock, you ain't hear a sound
He a pussycat, so I gotta go and kill that
Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, you ain't gettin' shit back (shit back)
Niggas get robbed every day, nigga, know that (traphouse)
Tryna hold your nuts, tell your bitch come and hold that (hold that)
Got it in her mouth and the bitch steady chokin'
Laughin' at the bitch 'cause the ash keep fallin' on her face
Gelato out the blunt that I taste (yeah)
I smoke to the face while she give me the face (yeah)
She ask can she hit it? Like, bitch, no way (no way)
Out a ho spot, bitch, have a good day (have a good day)
Ha-ha-ha, have a good day, bitch
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Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Delvin Northcut
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