Im in the kitchen water whippin'
These chickens
They finger lickin'
Niggas acting like they with it
This choppa gone come and split it
Junkies fiening
Watch 'em fidget
They tell me
Im too consistent
Trap persistent
Watch I flip it
My level dont miss a digit
Talkin dope fiends
We gone have them junkies at ya door
Im talkin codiene
They gone be all night
They want some more
I feel like Kobe
Give ya boy the rock Im finna' score
Like back in 03'
Hand me that 2 liter finna' pour
Im in the Trap House
Bagging all this profit
Got the city jump like Stackhouse
I just hit the road
But when im back ill get them packs off
Niggas get to cappin'
And the actin'
Imma act out
Shake the game , dont crap out
And I aint tripping
I dont need her
Your prices is off the meter
Hit my line
You know im cheaper
Or Marc Trvp he got his beeper
Moving slow
Im off the liter
Be smokin' the finest reefer
Shordy creeper
She a eater
She begging me to go deeper
I cant go though
Never been no dummy
I cant get caught up with no hoe
And im with some killers
Thats the moes they wearin rojo
Aint about no money
I cant kick it aint no dojo
Wear the 9 no Romo
Im in the kitchen water whippin'
These chickens
They finger lickin'
Niggas acting like they with it
This choppa gone come and split it
Junkies fiening
Watch 'em fidget
They tell me
Im too consistent
Trap persistent
Watch I flip it
My level dont miss a digit
Talkin dope fiends
We gone have them junkies at ya door
Im talkin codiene
They gone be all night
They want some more
I feel like Kobe
Give ya boy the rock Im finna' score
Like back in 03'
Hand me that 2 liter finna' pour
Im in the Trap House
Im in the trap
Im dirty dancin'
Got all white like Marilyn Manson
Diamonds dancin'
They cant stand it
Serving grams I hand to hand it
In the trap
It look abandoned
He a rat he getting stranded
I got packs
Its different stranded
Fly them P's
And Imma' land it
Imma' cheat code
Niggas think im future just the way im going beast mode
Money is the motive
I cant lay up with no freak hoe
Always coming through
I feel like Curry at the free throw
Niggas talkin' money
But they borrow every week though
Imma' superstar
You know im trapping in my Vlone
She a super thot
You know I like the way she deep throat
Birds just took a bath
And not to high I let 'em deep soak
Get the green no Celo
Im in the kitchen water whippin'
These chickens
They finger lickin'
Niggas acting like they with it
This choppa gone come and split it
Junkies fiening
Watch 'em fidget
They tell me
Im too consistent
Trap persistent
Watch I flip it
My level dont miss a digit
Talkin dope fiends
We gone have them junkies at ya door
Im talkin codiene
They gone be all night
They want some more
I feel like Kobe
Give ya boy the rock Im finna' score
Like back in 03'
Hand me that 2 liter finna' pour
Im in the Trap House
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Im in the kitchen water whippin'
These chickens
They finger lickin'
Niggas acting like they with it
This choppa gone come and split it
Junkies fiening
Watch 'em fidget
They tell me
Im too consistent
Trap persistent
Watch I flip it
My level dont miss a digit
Talkin dope fiends
We gone have them junkies at ya door
Im talkin codiene
They gone be all night
They want some more
I feel like Kobe
Give ya boy the rock Im finna' score
Like back in 03'
Hand me that 2 liter finna' pour
Im in the Trap House
Bagging all this profit
Got the city jump like Stackhouse
I just hit the road
But when im back ill get them packs off
Niggas get to cappin'
And the actin'
Imma act out
Shake the game , dont crap out
And I aint tripping
I dont need her
Your prices is off the meter
Hit my line
You know im cheaper
Or Marc Trvp he got his beeper
Moving slow
Im off the liter
Be smokin' the finest reefer
Shordy creeper
She a eater
She begging me to go deeper
I cant go though
Never been no dummy
I cant get caught up with no hoe
And im with some killers
Thats the moes they wearin rojo
Aint about no money
I cant kick it aint no dojo
Wear the 9 no Romo
Im in the kitchen water whippin'
These chickens
They finger lickin'
Niggas acting like they with it
This choppa gone come and split it
Junkies fiening
Watch 'em fidget
They tell me
Im too consistent
Trap persistent
Watch I flip it
My level dont miss a digit
Talkin dope fiends
We gone have them junkies at ya door
Im talkin codiene
They gone be all night
They want some more
I feel like Kobe
Give ya boy the rock Im finna' score
Like back in 03'
Hand me that 2 liter finna' pour
Im in the Trap House
Im in the trap
Im dirty dancin'
Got all white like Marilyn Manson
Diamonds dancin'
They cant stand it
Serving grams I hand to hand it
In the trap
It look abandoned
He a rat he getting stranded
I got packs
Its different stranded
Fly them P's
And Imma' land it
Imma' cheat code
Niggas think im future just the way im going beast mode
Money is the motive
I cant lay up with no freak hoe
Always coming through
I feel like Curry at the free throw
Niggas talkin' money
But they borrow every week though
Imma' superstar
You know im trapping in my Vlone
She a super thot
You know I like the way she deep throat
Birds just took a bath
And not to high I let 'em deep soak
Get the green no Celo
Im in the kitchen water whippin'
These chickens
They finger lickin'
Niggas acting like they with it
This choppa gone come and split it
Junkies fiening
Watch 'em fidget
They tell me
Im too consistent
Trap persistent
Watch I flip it
My level dont miss a digit
Talkin dope fiends
We gone have them junkies at ya door
Im talkin codiene
They gone be all night
They want some more
I feel like Kobe
Give ya boy the rock Im finna' score
Like back in 03'
Hand me that 2 liter finna' pour
Im in the Trap House
These chickens
They finger lickin'
Niggas acting like they with it
This choppa gone come and split it
Junkies fiening
Watch 'em fidget
They tell me
Im too consistent
Trap persistent
Watch I flip it
My level dont miss a digit
Talkin dope fiends
We gone have them junkies at ya door
Im talkin codiene
They gone be all night
They want some more
I feel like Kobe
Give ya boy the rock Im finna' score
Like back in 03'
Hand me that 2 liter finna' pour
Im in the Trap House
Bagging all this profit
Got the city jump like Stackhouse
I just hit the road
But when im back ill get them packs off
Niggas get to cappin'
And the actin'
Imma act out
Shake the game , dont crap out
And I aint tripping
I dont need her
Your prices is off the meter
Hit my line
You know im cheaper
Or Marc Trvp he got his beeper
Moving slow
Im off the liter
Be smokin' the finest reefer
Shordy creeper
She a eater
She begging me to go deeper
I cant go though
Never been no dummy
I cant get caught up with no hoe
And im with some killers
Thats the moes they wearin rojo
Aint about no money
I cant kick it aint no dojo
Wear the 9 no Romo
Im in the kitchen water whippin'
These chickens
They finger lickin'
Niggas acting like they with it
This choppa gone come and split it
Junkies fiening
Watch 'em fidget
They tell me
Im too consistent
Trap persistent
Watch I flip it
My level dont miss a digit
Talkin dope fiends
We gone have them junkies at ya door
Im talkin codiene
They gone be all night
They want some more
I feel like Kobe
Give ya boy the rock Im finna' score
Like back in 03'
Hand me that 2 liter finna' pour
Im in the Trap House
Im in the trap
Im dirty dancin'
Got all white like Marilyn Manson
Diamonds dancin'
They cant stand it
Serving grams I hand to hand it
In the trap
It look abandoned
He a rat he getting stranded
I got packs
Its different stranded
Fly them P's
And Imma' land it
Imma' cheat code
Niggas think im future just the way im going beast mode
Money is the motive
I cant lay up with no freak hoe
Always coming through
I feel like Curry at the free throw
Niggas talkin' money
But they borrow every week though
Imma' superstar
You know im trapping in my Vlone
She a super thot
You know I like the way she deep throat
Birds just took a bath
And not to high I let 'em deep soak
Get the green no Celo
Im in the kitchen water whippin'
These chickens
They finger lickin'
Niggas acting like they with it
This choppa gone come and split it
Junkies fiening
Watch 'em fidget
They tell me
Im too consistent
Trap persistent
Watch I flip it
My level dont miss a digit
Talkin dope fiends
We gone have them junkies at ya door
Im talkin codiene
They gone be all night
They want some more
I feel like Kobe
Give ya boy the rock Im finna' score
Like back in 03'
Hand me that 2 liter finna' pour
Im in the Trap House
Writer: Kyle Jackson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid