Traphouse To Loft Lyrics

Y'all already know what time it is with me, man

Enormous, do it big, bigger than most, the biggest

The hugest, the largest

King Moe, I say look

Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch

I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch

Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch

Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish

Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses

I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage

Why your label putting out that trash? I ain't supporting it

Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous

Grinding and grinding, I'm changing the climate

Look how I shine, I'm a dangerous diamond

Came from the projects, I aced the assignment

I know how to fish, got a plate full of Salmon

Like a producer, my head in the loop

Was searching for me, it was hourly timing

I'm a big ol' dog I'm telling the truth

I stay away from the cowardly lying

Yeah, uh, I made my momma and dad happy

Cause I'm about my cheese like a kraft addict

Thumbing straight through these numbers a mathematic

Watching out for the cross like I'm half-Catholic

Pulled a knife out my back, took a stab at it

Came up out the blue it was hat magic

Swear to God, I went ape, I went chimpanzee

COVID-19, it's a cold on my wrist

Cut that bitch off cause she spoke on the biz

You know it's raw when I pour it it fizz

Destined to ball and my scrotum is big

Water on me dripping over the bridge

Built me a arc just like Noah had did

Smoking no square but I'm toting a Sig

I say look, nigga

Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch

I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch

Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch

Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish

Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses

I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage

Why your label putting out that trash? I ain't supporting it

Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous

Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch

I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch

Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch

Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish

Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses

I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage

Why your label putting out that trash? I ain't supporting it

Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous