[Intro: TRAP HOUSE $CRIM]
Work!
[Verse 1: TRAP HOUSE $CRIM]
Ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint (What?)
Smoke one, ho, get high with a pimp
Kick the front door, bitch, better bust down
Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud (Work!)
Just know one thing, I don't fuck with nobody (Nah)
Case full of shells, with a twelve-gauge shotty (Pow)
Trap House $crim, bitch, I could give a fuck
Ridin' round town with the nine on tuck
Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust (What?)
Dare a motherfucker to try and act tough (What?)
Hunnid motherfuckers that's all ready to rush
Hunnid motherfuckers that's dyin' to light 'em up (Brrah)
Live from the land where you six feet deep
Before you even die, just standing on your feet
Gold teeth with a grin that'll make a bitch wet
5-0-4, keep the choppa on flex
[Verse 2: 7TH WARD LORD]
Bitch, I'm from New Orleans, ayy
7th Ward Lord cuttin' guts with a sword
Yung Mutt 'cause I'm half-fucking-foreign, ayy
Gimme the blunt, bitch, you wastin' all the weed
Pass it around, use my lungs as the storage, ayy
Pitbull in the yard, stay away from my gate
That's a motherfucking warning, ayy
Twenty-inch spokes like a platinum switchblade, ayy
Ice on my wrist, help the swelling go down from the slit
You can find me in the motherfucking tank, ayy
Five-hunnid degrees, four dollar signs
Dial up my line, I'm on the East Bank, ayy
$uicide, left the blood from my shank
*59 Yin Yang, ayy
Work!
[Verse 1: TRAP HOUSE $CRIM]
Ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint (What?)
Smoke one, ho, get high with a pimp
Kick the front door, bitch, better bust down
Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud (Work!)
Just know one thing, I don't fuck with nobody (Nah)
Case full of shells, with a twelve-gauge shotty (Pow)
Trap House $crim, bitch, I could give a fuck
Ridin' round town with the nine on tuck
Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust (What?)
Dare a motherfucker to try and act tough (What?)
Hunnid motherfuckers that's all ready to rush
Hunnid motherfuckers that's dyin' to light 'em up (Brrah)
Live from the land where you six feet deep
Before you even die, just standing on your feet
Gold teeth with a grin that'll make a bitch wet
5-0-4, keep the choppa on flex
[Verse 2: 7TH WARD LORD]
Bitch, I'm from New Orleans, ayy
7th Ward Lord cuttin' guts with a sword
Yung Mutt 'cause I'm half-fucking-foreign, ayy
Gimme the blunt, bitch, you wastin' all the weed
Pass it around, use my lungs as the storage, ayy
Pitbull in the yard, stay away from my gate
That's a motherfucking warning, ayy
Twenty-inch spokes like a platinum switchblade, ayy
Ice on my wrist, help the swelling go down from the slit
You can find me in the motherfucking tank, ayy
Five-hunnid degrees, four dollar signs
Dial up my line, I'm on the East Bank, ayy
$uicide, left the blood from my shank
*59 Yin Yang, ayy
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