Young Chop - TrapHouse lyrics

[Hook] f** a 9 to 5, I be in the trap house Pockets so fat, don't make me bring them racks out Thirties with the tecs out, n***a you get stretched out I don't need no job, I be in the traphouse I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house, f** a 9 to 5, I be in the trap house I be in the trap house, I be in the trap house, I don't need no job, I be in the traphouse [Verse 1] My neighbors hate me, well I don't give a damn Cause I be in the trap, sellin' hard movin' grams I got that f**in' work and I'm textin' Uncle Sam Yo b**h in love with me, cause I'm a hood n***a Robbin' me sh**, I wish you would n***a Countin' all this money, you wish you could n***a A real street n***a get that understood n***a I'm servin pace no patience, this drug money contain it A snitch n***a I hate it, real n***a can't fake it Yo b**h see me I take her, I tip the b**h like a waitress Don't f** with n***as they haters, You keep the b**h she basic I switch hoes like I switch clothes, I put up on my 24 My cars filled with coke, My shoe I fill with dope I don't chase after no hoes, got shooters trained to blow They k** a n***a for that dough, couple bricks on the road You scared n***a go to church, you scared n***a go to church [Hook]