Trap House Murk (Ft. Caskey, Nikko McFadden & OG Skitz)

[Chorus: OG Skitz]
Beamers, Benz and Jags at my trap house
Bitch, I got that bag at my trap house
Ain't nothin' but real niggas in my trap house
And if they don't know, get up out my trap house

[Verse 1: Caskey]
Get the fuck out of my trap, yeah
Get the fuck out of my trap, yeah
I'm a real hustler
I spend my money just to go and make this shit back, yeah
I tell her, shorty yo' pussy look good
Sit that shit right on my lap, yeah
She think that my dick, that my strap, yeah
I hit it twice, ain't comin' back
I got a fetish for makin' lettuce
Get a hard dick when I'm thumbin' through the check
She tryna fuck me now
Told her, I gotta go, I got funds to collect
I'm in the vet, not my house
Jacket smellin' like I just smoked an ounce
Cashier see the withdraw amount
Now she wanna be my spouse (whoa)
I'm too married to the money (yeah)
I'm too married to the money (yeah)
Seen y'all bank account
What, y'all scared of the money? (woo)
I'm workin' double overtime
On the percocet, hate the sober grind
I'm in the trap house tryna serve the city up
'cause you know it's mine
I'm at yo' bitch house tryna give her pipe
'cause she love to blow my mind
I serve the 8ball, anything pop
They gon' make me show the nine
I'm in a 6 Series, with a five piece
Po' a fo' and slow the time
Wait, you smoke that gas in the city
Then you smokin' mine