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Traphouse Mob

Yoz, what you tellin' me?

What you tellin' me? Yeah

I got Snacks to the right of me

I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait

Woo

Look, look

Ayy, what up?

Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? Hey, what them folks talkin' 'bout?

Huh, look, huh

Buddy gon' grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that

Send shots, make 'em get back

All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff

My niggas ain't into that

Nigga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on shit

I got like fifty rounds up in this clip

If I go to jail, nigga, I'll plead the Fifth

'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid

Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?

I'm like nigga, fuck the pigs

The judge like: Why you actin' like a dick?

I said: I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic

My lawyer like: Poppy, why you brazen?

I said: I pop a Perc' and feel amazin

I shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh

Look at the money I'm raisin'

She wanna fuck, hold on

She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment

She get dick and edible arrangements

That's the only form of payment

Shawty a snack

And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back

She like: Poppy, you so crazy, huh

I told her: Wine on me, baby

She want a star

She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are

These hoes be dirty, ain't hittin' 'em raw

When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore

She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at

Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at

She goin' all gas, no chit-chit

She goin' all gas, no chit-chit

Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum

Here come that boy with the drum

If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run

If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy

I go dumb, dumb, dumb

Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped

Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci

Pull up with a pump-pump-pump