Traphouse Country Dons

[Chorus: Maroc]
I might turn this party to a trap house
Nitties smoking white until they blackout
I know I was broke but I got racks now
Put her in submissions, make her tap out
Tap out, tap out
I know I was broke but I got racks now
Racks now, racks now
Put her in submissions, make her tap out

[Verse 1: Booter Bee]
I'ma turn the block into a war
Ever squeezed off the shotty, corn flying through the door?
I'm the truth and they know, next shots wanna roll
He got slapped in his dome, three stacks for this pole
Four bags for the spins, we put packs into cling
Sent a bag to his account and got him wrapped on the wing
They're not safe in the jail, I got him shaved in his cell
Twenty-five for a sweet, I'm not saving these bells
I just let it rain for all them timеs I been in pain
In and outta lanes, counting readies in my shadеs
Any beef then I'll aim, got the glizzy in the Range
He knows exactly what I'm on so why's he capping on my name?
If I don't make it out from rap
Plan B, you know we stay breaking down them packs
I ain't trusting no bitch to be saving racks
If I back it, I'ma shoot, I ain't taking chat