Lyrics Trap House Stalkin' - DJ RPM feat. Cap1, 2 Chainz & Young Dolph
Turn
the
whole
block
big
now
Made
some
legal
money,
ran
off
on
Uncle
Sam
Every
seven
days
I
might
smoke
a
quarter
bag,
bag,
bag
Bad
bitches
in
my
picture
Take
yo
ho
and
fuck
her
on
the
low
just
like
a
whisper
Dom
Perignon
by
the
pitcher,
I
used
to
eat
at
Crystal's
Nah,
I'm
just
lying,
I
used
to
meet
at
Crystal's
Duffle
bag
zippers,
who
the
fuck
gon'
zip
that
bitch
up?
Me
and
that
bitch
we
gon'
ride
in
the
trunk
Cause
the
hood
of
the
car
is
not
in
the
front
I
did
it
fo'
them,
no,
I
did
it
fo'
me,
so,
they
did
it
fo'
them
And
I
like
when
that
pussy
go
splash,
so
I
told
'er
let's
go
fo'
a
swim
Aye,
my
nigga,
come
get
yo
bitch
She
outside
my
traphouse
stalkin'
I
spoil
all
my
clientele,
and
my
little
bitch,
she
spoiled
rotten
Just
fucked
a
20k
on
good
weed
and
designer
shoppin'
Summer
time,
just
made
it,
I'm
thinkin'
drop
top
Spider
Rarri
Who
there
callin'
my
phone?
If
it
ain't
about
money
then
I
ain't
talkin'
Pocket
full
of
Franklins
on
me,
I
call
that
shit
gangsta
walkin'
Aye,
my
nigga,
come
get
yo
bitch,
she
outside
my
traphouse
stalkin'
I
valet
the
coupe
and
Nieman
Marcus,
I
went
in
and
ate
lunch
And
say
that
we
run
the
streets,
I
say
we
just
give
em
what
they
want
Yup,
give
'em
that
crack,
make
em
come
back
Just
scraped
these
six
figures
out
the
road
spent
it
on
the
set
Hmm,
like
LL,
I'm
in
too
deep
with
it
Little
momma
pussy
so
good,
man,
that
I
almost
fell
asleep
in
it
Aye,
my
nigga,
come
get
yo
bitch,
she
out
my
traphouse
stalkin'
Panamera
on
the
Forgies,
I'm
flossin',
458
with
the
horsie
I
got
that
packet
from
Cali,
I
can
break
it
down
And
have
everything
gone
by
the
mo'ning
Have
the
amigo
pull
up
with
1000
meetings
I
can
run
through
yo
city
like
Jordan
Nigga,
my
cousin,
my
women
imported
Yo,
bitch
on
my
bumper,
you
can
get
extorted
I
call
my
plug
and
I
tell
him
bring
me
more
Don't
worry
bout
me,
worry
bout
where
yo
ho
at
Nigga,
yo
bitch
outside
my
traphouse
skeetin'
Bitch
outside,
she
stalkin'
285,
just
ride,
smokin'
precious,
you
trippin',
I
left
that
bitch
walk
in
I
got
these
racks
so
big
I
can't
fold
it
I
got
yo
bitch,
yo
shawty
got
ebola
We
sellin'
that
coke,
we
no
call
it
a
come
up
Makin'
em
G's,
ya
gotta
stay
100
That
precious
gas
pack,
we
smoke
it
and
punch
in
I
don't
do
dinners,
no
movie,
no
nothin',
no
lunches,
we
fuckin'
And
that's
the
end
of
that
discussion
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