Fredo Santana Trap Boy Traphouse Lyrics


Trap Boy / TrapHouse by Fredo Santana

Trap Boy

Growing up I was just another black boy,
So I grabbed some work and hit the trap, boy.
I'm a rapper, but don't confuse me with these rap boys.
I'll be in the trap, making shooters in them trap boys.
I'm a trap boy, I'm a corner gang banging with them trap boys,
I'm a trap boy, got the Macs and them tanks, that make hell a noise.
Got the Macs and them tanks, that make hell a noise.

Got some ..., and they bad, and they ...
Of that lean, of that drinks all the hell be going.
Got some work, in my trunk, and is hell as strong,
Got some nigger in the ... they move hell ...
I play no bitch, I got guns, I got hell of hoes,
Try me? You will die, end up with hell of holes.
I've got shooters on a roof with some telescopes,
Got your bitch in the back, you in a team, bitch.
Got you with the whole squad hit two hundred to ten, bitch.
Got your bitch in the back, you in a team, bitch.
She let the whole squad hit two hundred to ten, bitch.

I was just another black boy,
So I grabbed some work and hit the trap, boy.
I'm a rapper, but don't confuse me with these rap boys.
I'll be in the trap, making shooters in them trap boys.
I'm a trap boy, I'm a corner gang banging with them trap boys,
I'm a trap boy, got the Macs and them tanks, that make hell a noise.

Traphouse

Fuck a 95, I be in a Traphouse,
Pockets full of fat, don't make me bring 'em ... out.
Dirties with their tanks out, nigger, you get stressed out.
I don't need no job, I be in the Traphouse.
I be in the Traphouse.
Fuck a 95, I be in a Traphouse,
I be in a Traphouse, I don't need no job, I be in the Traphouse.

My neighbors hate me, well I don't give a damn.
'Cause I be in the Trap, selling hard, moving grams.
I got that fucking work and I'm texting Uncle Sam.
Your bitch in love with me 'cause I'm a hood nigger,
Robbing me, shit, I wish you would, nigger!
Counting all this money, you wish you could, nigger!
A wish tree, nigger, get that understood, nigger!
I'm sorrow pacing no places, there's ... money can take you.
A snitch, nigger, I hate it.
Real niggers can't fake it.
Your bitch say me I take it,
I'll tip the things like a waitress.
Those fucking niggers, they hate us.
You keep the bitch, ...
I switch homes like I switch gold.
I put up all my 24's.
My ...
My shoe, I feel with those.
I ain't chasing after no hoes.
That shooter train up flow.
They kill a nigger for that dough.
Cover bricks on the road.
You scared, nigger? Go to church!

Fuck a 95, I be in a Traphouse,
Pockets full of fat, don't make me bring 'em ... out.
Dirties with their tanks out, nigger, you get stressed out.
I don't need no job, I be in the Traphouse.
I be in the Traphouse.
I be in the Traphouse.
I be in the Traphouse.
Fuck a 95, I be in a Traphouse.
I don't need no job, I be in the Traphouse.

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