Trap Talk
--- TRAP HOUSE TALK — Verse I’m in the trap where the lights don’t blink, Plates on the counter, that Pyrex clink, Smoke in the air turn the vibe all pink, Money in the wall like the house can’t think. Whip so mean make the wristbone ache, Hounds in the yard make the whole block shake, Came from the mud where the fakes all break, Now I’m heavy in the cut like the safe won’t take. Grit in my lungs, I’m a storm with a stance, Whole operation move clean, no chance, Plug send a call, that’s a million in advance, And the stick on the table make a grown man dance. Hustle too sharp, I could slice through the drought, Never took a loss I ain’t flip right out, Mouth stay shut, that’s the rule I’m about, ’Cause the trap don’t talk — it just whisper the route.
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--- TRAP HOUSE TALK — Verse I’m in the trap where the lights don’t blink, Plates on the counter, that Pyrex clink, Smoke in the air turn the vibe all pink, Money in the wall like the house can’t think. Whip so mean make the wristbone ache, Hounds in the yard make the whole block shake, Came from the mud where the fakes all break, Now I’m heavy in the cut like the safe won’t take. Grit in my lungs, I’m a storm with a stance, Whole operation move clean, no chance, Plug send a call, that’s a million in advance, And the stick on the table make a grown man dance. Hustle too sharp, I could slice through the drought, Never took a loss I ain’t flip right out, Mouth stay shut, that’s the rule I’m about, ’Cause the trap don’t talk — it just whisper the route.