Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
Yeah
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Ooh (Trap House vibes)
Too, too, too
Look (Grr)

Bend her over, blow her back out (Blaow)
Bend her over, pull her tracks out (Blaow)
She know the Woo make her tap out (Woo)
I really live what I rap 'bout (Woo)
I remember them days in the trap house
Yeah, it got real in the trap house
I went and did some time in the jail (Huh)
'Cause I rather take the fast route (Grrt, grrt, bah)

If you wanna make bands then open up Td
She like, "Papi all I got is Citi"
I'm like, "Fuck it, come give me head" (Woo)
I back her then nutted on her titty, ayy, uh
I say I'm a dog so I'm chain' her kitty (Yeah)
Light up the smoke like a dutch in the city
I keep totin' that head, we gon' catch 'em like Ricky, uh
Man down, throw the piece to my bro that say hands down (Brrt, brrt)
Poppin' shit on the lot, make him camp down
He was twirlin' back then, he a fan now
Woo, I keep nothin' but blues in these pants now (Woo)
Rubber bands for these racks and these bands now (Blues)
We keep sticks in these drums like a band now (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
My new bitch exotic ('Xotic) , my new bitch exotic ('Xotic)
You ain't poppin', stop it (Nah)
Fresh as fuck, no stylist (Stylist) , uh
Niggas stealin' styles, jacket jockin' (Jockin')
This watch don't do tick-tockin' (Nah)
Niggas know how we rockin', woo
20k for Amriris and that's for the jeans (That's for the jeans)
The money was dirty, I got it in a wrapper and now that shit clean (Now that shit clean)
Woo, woo, now I'm on the scene (Now I'm on the scene)
I made her tap out, I know that this dick turn that bitch into a fiend (Brrt, brrt)

Bend her over, blow her back out (Blaow)
Bend her over, pull her tracks out (Blaow)
She know the Woo make her tap out (Woo)
I really live what I rap 'bout (Woo)
I remember them days in the trap house
Yeah, it got real in the trap house
I went and did some time in the jail (Huh)
'Cause I rather take the fast route (Grrt, grrt, bah)