Ounce Prize - Trap House to White Castle lyrics

[Intro] The real hustle only begins The beats go up The flow goes up [Chorus] I be turnin' up ba** for n***as who pour some Sprite in codeine cups Then those dope mains hit parties and n***a that is the sign they won't stop Shout-out to boyz flippin' bricks and to those who movin' dope We got stuff, we got music, let us make this house explode Pop Belaire like Rick Ross and gonna make it rain after that If dough ain't 'round the crib ladies in an instant turn sad I ain't got nothing like M's cause I'm not the one who movin' dope But if a dope main invite me I claim like 'n***a why not?!' [Verse 1] Cut it up When you see me outside with a MAC-11 say wa**up From Trap House to White Castle I will move on though, glisten with my mouth of gold, pull up 'em my f**in' foes, back up and be backed by bros I am on that trill sh** with my brotha, he's the producer of these beats and we gotta spend time chillin', that is because work time's on fleek CD's FSF were spread all like blue bricks by Walter White That's what made me keep work goin' and n***a no way I'm gon' say bye (Nah!) [Bridge 1] Movin' on from Trap House to White Castle we don't waste but explore and develop, right? [Verse 2] I see White Castle on my way, it's gettin' closer, I do better Some local fame already mine, it's spreadin' day by day, hell yeah man Let us all celebrate, why not? The reason very obvious Gotta take just a little break for Heaven's sake and please you all pray for us Lames wanna see you quit your work and they be throwin' hate at you My middle fingers speak much louder than my words, but still f** you Everyone strives for better days, I'm now on my brighter days From Trap House to White Castle livin' life I live these days, bro [Bridge 2] Summer Up In Here The new EP A new period means a new work This is like a new era of my life When I unite bright and dark sides to get something groundbreakin' at the end Shout-out to Hitta Shout-out to BadCurt [Chorus] I be turnin' up ba** for n***as who pour some Sprite in codeine cups Then those dope mains hit parties and n***a that is the sign they won't stop Shout-out to boyz flippin' bricks and to those who movin' dope We got stuff, we got music, let us make this house explode Pop Belaire like Rick Ross and gonna make it rain after that If dough ain't 'round the crib ladies in an instant turn sad I ain't got nothing like M's cause I'm not the one who movin' dope But if a dope main invite me I claim like 'n***a why not?!'