Fair Fight - Trap House lyrics

BizZzle: I be rollin' Swishers in the streets, yeah (Hook) I be rollin' Swishers in the streets Smoke a hundred pounds of weed These b**hes droppin to they knees When they see me blow a hundred twenty's All of the sudden they listen to me? Cus i got me some cash Now all of the sudden they f**in with me? Cus i flipped me a rack Get the f** out the trap house Get the f** up the trap house Got the f** up the trap house Now all of the sudden they f**in with me? Cus i got out the trap, I got out the trap house Mont Gotti: (Verse) Ball like Lebron makin moves on these n***as I'm gone off that Act, need a box of them Swishers Marvin the Martian i gotta stay in it I dream about it then i wake up and get it Rose gold Rollie I gotta get it Hoes don't even know me they tryna get me Stay out my pockets go get you some buisiness That hootin and hollerin' go get you some M's Ima up pole talk that sh** come again Gettin this money who I started it with No time for love b**h i'm tryna get rich No love and affection, Need plugs and connections I stack up my money then count up my blessings They talkin that sh** ain't nobody gon' test me Grade A never settle for less Only loud i can't find you no stress You want some wax i can get you the best OG Kush hit Banz up for that I just cut em' off, talkin no ends Motivation be them Blue faces Smokin' loud in the Mercedes Grindin' hard, young with 2 babies Come and shop with me we got all the flavors Don't you ever try to play me like a s**a Slide on em got the Mac covered Drum roll Luke Holland on em' Push a bu*ton a hundred n***as ridin' I got tired of being not on nothin' Stop chasin' hoes now the hoes comin' sh** is crazy when your n***as hatin' You the one grindin' mind on the paper To the broke n***as that's being fake? On some boss sh**, Gotta get ghost if i want a Ghost If I want the Wraith, young made n***a tryna get paid Flick of the wrist bout to flood my sh** Slide on yo block back to back empty clips I want it all me n my n***as go get it Double F b**h yeah you know we the sh**, Gang (Hook) BizZzle: (Verse) b**h i'm a city slicker money tall like pillars I be trappin' you know that my pockets thicker than a Snicker Be actin' the fool when i'm gone off that liqour Girl i'm from the Veg so you know i'm a sinner I'm eatin' the p**y for muhf**in' dinner The booty go up and down just like a mixer She bad imma hit her Bit if she a thot imma dish her the curve like a pitcher I'm always the winner Mont Gotti: We just beginning, better than most of these n***as ni**as go hard in the kitchen, watch for the people Pops was a savage out here in these streets Apple don't fall too far from the tree Momma a hustler she all about dollars Try to finesse me they screamin who shot him