[Intro:]
Trap house bunkin
Trap house mansion
I don't flesh out
Exiting
The parts I know falling
Yeah, scuba!

I'm putting foes in shit, I need it, just put the deuce in
Car cost four hundred dollars, I put a roof in
My nigga pot, cooking so good, he put his shoe in.
Nigga, it's a gangsta part, what fuck is you in?
Hey, bossing microwave shit, then taking too many
They know that it's some scrubs in the club, they let my crew in it.
I might just do the micro big man and cook your lil fence
If you ain't talking about buying grounds, then I'm a dove man
I can make the dope do numbers, that states the art man
I told my bitch that her to dye her hair read like Dany Robin
If Gucci man had so much money, then why he robbing?
We do the deed, we cover the street,
Nigga, we mobbing!