Owner of the TrapHouse Lyrics

Haha fuck

Shawty said she want to meet the plug

I said "bitch I'm right here?!"

Fuck

Yeah

Said she want to meet the plug

I'm the owner of the trap house

I ain't worried about a bag now

Red ain't copping eighths

Only copping whole packs now

Got the gang smoking thrax

Smoking that loud

Hoe like a blunt how that bitch getting passed 'round

If my bro had her I don't wanna tap now

And we pulling up so you better pull your mask down

You ain't 6 enough so boy you just a rap clown

Aye you ain't with you the shit you ain't never gonna do it

Chilling with the gang but the packs keep on moving

If they say my name then them bullets going through 'em

You ain't getting shit never ask how I'm doing

You ain't getting shit do I look like a narco

Never running fades swinging harder than a park hoe

Brodie acting touch till my blade rip him apart though

Spinning on lil red you must not be thinking smart hoe

Hopped out of class then I copped me a brick

Got to talk how I walk spent a bag on them kicks

How they talking about me and throwing them fits

But they know I'm the hottest they know I'm the shits

They be runnin they mouth imma blow them a kiss

Shawty blowing for clout so I'm up in them lips

My name is right at the top of the list

Bitch I'm talking for dollars you makin no cents

(Aye)

I get the cash and then I got to go

They be chattin bout stepping I'm walking for sho'

Told her bring her little friend I need one for my bro

Red dats your ex?

I don't know that little hoe

Bitch I hopped in a jag so I'm out for the night

Hopped in a bag so I don't check the price

If my names in your mouth then I'm knocking out lights

She bugging for nothing she ain't even right

She swear that I cheated I made that bitch cry

Hopped on my dick like she dont got a ride

My name is lil red and you know that I'm fly

Come to my block man I swear that you'll die

Red

Grah

Bow bow bow