Murda - Trap House Rules lyrics

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Murda - Trap House Rules lyrics

[Hook] All my n***as jugging, we got bricks and bales You say you want a pound, we put it on the scale Yeah, I would never tell All my n***as touching keys, we send it in the mail That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules [Verse 1] Got have a strap if you trapping out the bando All my n***as touching keys like it's a piano Pull up, got choppers, we k**ers, you thinkin' we Rambo You talking that sh**, we flip your a** like you a sandal Know that we trap out the traphouse My plug he pull in and he back out I'm beating the pack just like Pacquio I don't want to talk unless money talk I just got a b**h and she foreign She tryna get me go to Maury Hundred bands and the Migos tourin' I pull up and get it extortion Me and Rel Money hit a jugg for a hundred bags, know where the gas Trappin' out a Maserati, young rich n***a so we sell it fast It's a money race and my n***as on the grind Finish first, never last The money is coming, just hold up You n***as just got to relax [Hook] All my n***as jugging, we got bricks and bales You say you want a pound, we put it on the scale Yeah, I would never tell All my n***as touching keys, we send it in the mail That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules [Verse 2] I got the white, I'm whipping this sh** just like Pamela I got the bricks, I got the soft in the Challenger And if a n***a got a problem, eat him like it's Hannibal I foreign my whip, I pull up in Lambo or Phantom, yeah Young rich n***a, yeah we global If he got a problem we bite him like cobra My n***as make plays We servin' them J's, so shout out to Hova My n***as we solid We never fold just like poker Trap house it stay full of babies We serving crack like the 80's Pull up in a Rari, it's vacant Just me and my nina, my lady Hundred bands they stay in my pocket, no Tom Brady If a n***a got the sack, no T.I. but I'm taking [Hook] All my n***as jugging, we got bricks and bales You say you want a pound, we put it on the scale Yeah, I would never tell All my n***as touching keys, we send it in the mail That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules That's the trap house rules

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