Papa Roach Lyrics

Yeah you know yeah

Live from the trap house live from the safe house

Who we doin' bro you know let's do it

I'm leanin' to right I'm feelin' it right

I mean it right I've seen it twice

Yeah you know yeah let's do it

Racks like Papa Roach straight to the showroom floor

When I drop my coke got niggas who pressin' the line

You ain't gon' slow me down or block my dough

Mama keep tellin' me relax on lean in the trap house

Where I met MaxO Kream don't nobody sip like Cracc and King

Yeah let's go

Some of my money get put up neatly

Chefs and maids inside the house

My lil' bitch eat so good she greedy

Talkin' to Ye and Smoke I gotta hold it down

My niggas they need me lil' bro over the phone

Hopin' he make parole this shit ain't easy

Niggas get killed by petty shit

My OG locked in the feds he rich

Homeboy Lez he dead he rich!

I gave Moe corspe forehead a kiss

Wipe my eyes and I said thats it

I done ran up All my bread on the licks

I done lost my friends I done lost my mind

I done lost my bitch Im yet to quit

Yeah give me a drank just give me the pills

It's only a lil' bit

I walk in the Banks they know who I'm is

They treat me like Will Smith

Some of my percs for vibes only I call it a field trip

If I'm off of 30 I don't wanna feel shit

All these nights I've been in the cold

Worth all these nights I been w Nicole

If Unc wasn't locked up in FDC

He'll be beside me spinning a bowl

Son got 500 bands and he only like five years old

We spinnin' the globe pushin' the brand new Benz

I be ready to get my racks I'ma rinse my soul

Yeah you know

Some of my money get put up neatly

Cuban links and rings

Diamond chains they hang on top of her cleavage

Soon as I find my route I'ma go CJ Stroud

Nigga this my season soon as I get my chance

I'ma spend 500 bands I got my reasons yeah

Came up hustlin' Trapboy YellaBeezy

As soon as I find my lane I'ma go Vezzo Veeze

Payroll Peezy brand new LV bag

Nigga get fresh like babyface everyday

I'm tweakin' soon as I get that call

I'ma round up my dawgs on a jet we leavin' yeah

All my young niggas rich they cook up pieces

Pills inside the house

I'ma just stack my jeans like Saks and Niemanns

85 racks on pints I'ma make 50 bands

And I bet not drink IT soon as I make this bread

I can go lay in the bed and I bet she feed me yeah

I got her hold shit down just like stackeezy

And some of my bricks they tan

Chopstick is from Thailand like Chrissy Teigan

Belt get put to ass

Just like Pudatan when I drop my ski

rocks all in the canary

Yeah free Sancho saucey it got me cheesing

VV's blinging TV screens

Sit up while the front seat leanin

One thing about my dawg

He Really gon' hit some shit and you ain't gon' weave it

buying a bitch a Kelly cause my trap house rolland just like stRegis

Doctor check my temp

He said my forehead hot and my neck was freezing yeah yeah

Showroom Floor when I drop my coke

Niggas who pressing the line

They gon' slow me down or stop my dough

Racks like Papa Rose

Straight to the showroom flow when I drop my coke

Got niggas who press the line

They never gon' slow me down or block my dope