TraphouseRyan
Who they want?
Who they want?
Who they want?
TraphouseRyan, time ****ing my bitches
Hold up, ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Hold up, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Oil in the Fanta, double digits in the blammer
Blickys over jammers, when I do that shit on camera
Cookie package when I'm landin', in Atlanta smokin' good
On the hood I came from nothing, niggas blew up off a jugg
All my uncle 'nem the plug, used to bag up fifty dubs
I'm addicted to these drugs, body itchin' off the mud
I'm out here tweakin' with my thugs, niggas kill you over crumbs
Grab the cherry handkerchief, my jit fillin' up a drum
**** you talkin' 'bout it, Mozzy get it poppin' in these slums
Popular with these pistols, shotters pop you up for nothin'
Nookie hundreds I'm just thumbin', multiplyin' blue bundles
Bitch promise not to fumble, get money, remain humble
Hold up, ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Hold up, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you can't bool with us, no-oh
I be ****in' niggas our way, I be grindin', that's a must
I be rollin' blunts and boppin' pists 'cause I do what I want
And I know your bitches been on my line but I will not get front
And she know that I been gettin' all of my shit from the jump
Ayy-oh-ayy-oh, take you out the hood like veggie
Make sure you roll my Backwoods fat baby
Always sippin' on the lean, act good now ready
Smokin' on the shit, that ayy-oh-ayy-oh
Hopin' that a nigga don't get out of pocket
Before a young nigga have to go and call up Rocket
He tell me mash on it, get to pimpin' and poppin'
And ****in' up the penthouse, we was runnin' the lobby instead
Oh you niggas runnin' out of your bread
Guillotine with these rapper's ass, off with they head
Everybody wanna win for it but everybody act scared
Don't be hittin' up my line, do you ****ing with the feds?
I be sippin' on drink 'til I flatline
Fishscale, the Benz back tied
These old rappers sound mad tired
Her pussy wet, it get baptized, whoa
Hold up, snotty, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Hold up, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you can't bool with us, no-oh
You can't bool with us, you ain't bool enough
You ain't movin' nothin', you ain't shootin' nothin'
You ain't toolied up
****ing I'm too lit up, my niggas bougie as ****, bitch
She only doin' Uber Vista, XL Uber truck
JP fitted, be havin' Bar Town to Lenox
My video shoots be like Pyru conventions
Can't bool, ain't no convincin',
You don't know 'bout Missy's Kitchen
Niggas' fingers wasn't twisted,
Niggas' pistols wasn't whistlin'
Never dough, you wasn't whippin'
You was scared, you kept ****ingin'
But now you want to bool to look bool, nigga you trippin'
They see the diamonds glistin', they know we ****ing winning
They know we got the juice, whatever we say niggas gon' listen
T's, P's, and B's, oh my
Come clean, we slidin' on God
Twenty on his head, nigga why not
I'm the nigga with the bag on 400 block
T's, P's, and B's, oh my
Come clean, we slidin' on God
Twenty on his head, nigga why not
I'm the nigga with the bag on 400 block
Hold up, snotty, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Hold up, you can't bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you can't bool with us, no-oh