Trap House

[Produced by Mercy] [Verse] Ooh! Yeah, lil Tunechi got it jumpin like Jordan These pussy ass niggas can't guard me These rookie ass niggas still crawlin These lookin ass niggas eyeballin These hookin ass bitches eyeballin But I got a bad bitch at home cookin dinner Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starvin These crooked ass cops still winnin Black man family still mournin Black president ain't do nothin We need a real nigga up in that office Got the White House jumpin like Jordan Got the crack house jumpin like Jordan I want my new house bigger than Jordan's With a backyard bigger than a forest Like "ooh!" bedroom jumpin like Jordan Hoes at the door and they arguin This dick a superstar, they want stardom My life like Bailey and Barnum's These bitches ain't got no manners These niggas ain't got no standards My bitch ain't got no love handles Boy, I'm clippin that toe on that camel I got bitches that'll kill for me - Charles Manson Suck this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow Ooh, chopper sittin on my lap like the mall Santa Nigga, shoot you all in your gall bladder Your pallbearers need pallbearers I'm mixin weed like gumbo I knock your head off - fumble Homeboys be cutthroat That shit got me with a lump throat But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley Young Money was my best investment Goin harder than my predecessor I don't break records, I sets the records Lil Tunechi comin back like Kobe Niggas stab me in the back, I owe 'em Got a house in the hills Now a nigga gotta deal With mountain lions and coyotes Semi, I keep that semi And friendly? I can't be friendly Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles You look like Wendy's House in the hills jumping like Jordan I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties Got a bitch over there, and a bitch over there A young nigga starting to feel cornered My LA house jumpin like Jordan My Miami house jumpin like Jordan Can't forget about my house in New Orleans So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry I want my new bitch titties enormous With a backyard and a pretty garden With a pussy more pink than a orchid Young nigga gonna treat it like a florist I got my side bitch feeling important I got my main bitch feeling immortal I got my ex bitch feeling insulted Cause wifey get money like Kimora I got a fine bitch feelin exhausted Cause I'mma put this dick on her til tomorrow I'mma pull up on a bitch in a Gallardo Then I'mma take the top off like a barber I go down and kiss her Pearl Harbor She's so down with this New World Order Fuck the shit out her in a sauna Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton Got a goon named Fernando At the front door your condo Knock knock, who's there? He don't care, he's psycho Bad bitch with a nice throat She ice cold and she like hoes Ooh, she just my type These other hoes just typos Young nigga coming back like Jordan So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry Yeah, a nigga had to go back to the stash But a nigga stash like James Harden Young nigga drank lean like water Young nigga smoke weed like Marley Young nigga on the moon like Warren Young nigga on this shit like Charmin Ooh, my bitch got a rack, Dolly Parton Fuck her all night long to some Marvin Fall asleep in the pussy, good lawdy Woke up in a new Bugatti, good mornin Young nigga got guns, good luck Nina Ross say "Me so horny" Lil Tunechi, at the top its so lonely Got fat pockets, never bony I'm with a model bitch, she so bony I done shook shit up, its so foamy I just cooked this up, its still hot You could still smell the kitchen on me Nigga I'll have your homies Singin "Damn I miss my homie" I got a mountain of weed I got a mountain of cash I got mountains like Wyoming I got a bad bitch and she foreign She always mad with me, I'm sorry She say "Damn why you can’t call me?" "Cause they be taxin for that roamin" She a tan bitch, she orange I can’t stand a snitchin informant Niggas cooked crack on a Foreman While y'all boys was still sparrin, uhh This that Sorry for the Wait 2 Tell the dead homies you pray to You on your way too That the truth is hard to swallow You got fake juice Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh Got the gas out shootin like Jordan I put your homeboy face on a T-shirt And put your own face on a milk carton Busy, I’ve been so busy Ain’t even got time for quickies That’s why my bitch been so bitchy I’m outchea tryin' to get me I’m coming back out jumpin like Jordan I’m so sorry for the wait, I’m tardy I wrote a letter to my competition It started off with: Dearly Departed Hippie, I be so trippy Give her pussy a hicky I hope she ain’t strictly dickly So we can menage to Nicki, ooh