Gucci Mane - Trap House Bunkin lyrics

[Intro:] Trap house bunkin Trap house mansion I dont flesh out Exiting The parts I know falling Yeah, scuba! Im putting foes in sh**, I need it, just put the deuce in Car cost four hundred dollars, I put a roof in My n***a pot, cooking so good, he put his shoe in. n***a, its a gangsta part, what f** is you in? Hey, bossing microwave sh**, then taking too many They know that its some scrubs in the club, they let my crew in it. I might just do the micro big man and cook your lil fence If you aint talking about buying grounds, then Im a dove man I can make the dope do numbers, that states the art man I told my b**h that her to dye her hair read like Dany Robin If Gucci man had so much money, then why he robbing? We do the deed, we cover the street, n***a, we mobbing!