Trap House Lyrics - Singles - Rich Homie Quan

Pistol on me, they say I shot him 

Blood on the floor, shout out to the red bottoms 

My car got that dope, surveillance camera be watchin' 

Every move you niggas make 

That's why that trap house keep 'em shottas 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

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Trap house doin' numbers, baking soda formulas 

Gotta keep hammer that for my armor 

I heard you fuck niggas out here snitchin' you are informin' 

Trap house full of bricks, my couch Louis V garments 

Your bitch say that I'm charmin' that's cuz of all these charms 

Saddam, I got bombs, got more green than a farm 

There go Quan checkin' and tellin' me [?] smellin' like oranges 

Money bigger than enormous, groupie bitches still ignore us 

G5 still tour, y'all niggas ain't important 

Money in my hand like ointment, just [?] pair of Jordans 

You niggas wanna be Rich Homies, but do not have enough money 

Leopard I'm dress like Jumanji, shopin' in [?] 

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Pistol on me, they say I shot him 

Blood on the floor, shout out to the red bottoms 

My car got that dope, surveillance camera be watchin' 

Every move you niggas make 

That's why that trap house keep 'em shottas 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

Trap house have 'em stupid prices 

I don't know what you want, I'mma let you decide it 

Nigga they can come on they own, they ain't gotta be invited 

Cuz they the main a reason why a nigga on 

They call me your highness, and they ain't gotta do that 

They treat me different that's definition of a real nigga who gettin' it 

I got extra bitches no special bitches, can't show these hoes no attention 

Back on your bitch start feelin' herself, worryin' ' 'bout me, she killin' herself 

Tellin' your friends you ain't needin' no help, but every time I your hand out for the [?] 

You crazy gotta give that [?] back and a baby 

Your girl with the swag cookin' drugs so pure like the 80s 

[?] box still goin' crazy, hotbox I'm pullin' out daily 

Even though I made it, still walk around with that-- 

Pistol on me, they say I shot him 

Blood on the floor, shout out to the red bottoms 

My car got that dope, surveillance camera be watchin' 

Every move you niggas make 

That's why that trap house keep 'em shottas 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

I say that trap house do number everyday 

I say that trap house do number everyday