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Big Scarr – Traphouse Lyrics

Traphouse Lyrics – Big Scarr

Woah
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Frozone
Ha, ha, ha
Mmm-mmm
(What up, Noc?)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Hit the trap spot, watch ’em beat it up, uh (Beat it up)
She a freaky thot, watch her eat it up, yeah (Eat it up)
When we hit the block, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin’ up, yeah (Creepin’ up)
We the reason these niggas takin’ up, uh (Takin’ up)
Automatic, hit him with a finisher, uh
Big Glock on the stage, fuck a Dillinger (Fuck a Dillinger)
Heavyweight chopper knock him out, he ain’t gettin’ up, nope (He ain’t gettin’ up)
Run off on the plug on the re-up, uh (On the re-up)
Do a burr face, I ain’t ski up, no (I ain’t ski up)
Drop-top two-seater, can’t keep up (Can’t keep up)
Double R the gang, nigga, we the Grim Reapers (Gang)
Catch a opposition, have him runnin’ like a cheetah (Like a cheetah)
Real trap nigga, taxin’ pounds for a feature (Trapper, trapper)
I was in the field, you was sittin’ in the bleachers (In the bleachers)
Blue cheese bankroll, pockets Velveeta (Velveeta, Velveeta, cheese, cheese)

Uh, and I had to take, man, fuck the EDD (Fuck a EDD)
Trap booming hard, 21 Jump Street
Still in the trap with the P’s on repeat
B-B-Balenc’ Track Runners, that’s a pound of OG (OG)
Just put a deuce of red in the sweet tea
It’s the Percocet 10’s and drank for me
Moving too slow, can’t stand on my feet, like, woah (Like, woah)

Woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah, let’s go)
Woah (Let’s go)
Woah, woah (Woah)
Uh, ha-ha, let’s go (Woah, woah)

Hit the trap spot, watch ’em beat it up, uh (Beat it up)
She a freaky thot, watch her eat it up, yeah (Eat it up)
When we hit the block, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin’ up, yeah (Creepin’ up)
We the reason these niggas takin’ up, uh (Takin’ up)
Automatic, hit him with a finisher, uh
Big Glock on the stage, fuck a Dillinger (Fuck a Dillinger)
Heavyweight chopper knock him out, he ain’t gettin’ up, nope (He ain’t gettin’ up)
Run off on the plug on the re-up, uh (On the re-up)
Do a burr face, I ain’t ski up, no (I ain’t ski up)
Drop-top two-seater, can’t keep up (Can’t keep up)
Double R the gang, nigga, we the Grim Reapers (Gang)
Catch a opposition, have him runnin’ like a cheetah (Like a cheetah)
Real trap nigga, taxin’ pounds for a feature (Trapper, trapper)
I was in the field, you was sittin’ in the bleachers (In the bleachers)
Blue cheese bankroll, pockets Velveeta (Cheese)

Uh, summer ’18, yeah, let me take it back (Let me take it back)
We was slidin’, dumpin’ on the opps out the Scat (Out the Scat)
Servin’ out the bowl in the school backpack (School backpack)
Take a nigga pole, he’ll never get it back (Get it back)
Take a nigga soul, put his body in the bag (Bag)
Ridin’ ’round, stolo with a new paper tag
Do the whole dash, high-speed from the task (Force men, get in there)
If rap don’t work, I’m back to usin’ my sources (My sources)
Good dope sell itself, I ain’t have to force it (I ain’t have to force it)
Just got a check through another invoice (Another invoice)
It’s a Hellcat, but I drive it like a toy (Like a toy)
Percs hittin’ hard, you could hear it in my voice (Hear it in my voice)
Breakin’ P’s down in the hotel resort (In the resort)
Really love trapping ’cause this rap shit borin’ (This shit boring, this shit lame, yeah, rap niggas lame)

Hit the trap spot, watch ’em beat it up, uh (Beat it up)
She a freaky thot, watch her eat it up, yeah (Eat it up)
When we hit the block, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin’ up, yeah (Creepin’ up)
We the reason these niggas takin’ up, uh (Takin’ up)
Automatic, hit him with a finisher, uh
Big Glock on the stage, fuck a Dillinger (Fuck a Dillinger)
Heavyweight chopper knock him out, he ain’t gettin’ up, nope (He ain’t gettin’ up)
Run off on the plug on the re-up, uh (On the re-up)
Do a burr face, I ain’t ski up, no (I ain’t ski up)
Drop-top two-seater, can’t keep up (Can’t keep up)
Double R the gang, nigga, we the Grim Reapers (Gang)
Catch a opposition, have him runnin’ like a cheetah (Like a cheetah)
Real trap nigga, taxin’ pounds for a feature (Trapper, trapper)
I was in the field, you was sittin’ in the bleachers (In the bleachers)
Blue cheese bankroll, pockets Velveeta

Cheese, uh

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