Trap House (Remix)

YSL!

It's Dolph!

300!

Shout out C-Sick

OTF!

C-Sick!

Thugger!

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

I got syrup in my trap house

Somethin' like a Waffle House

Try to steal out my trap

I'ma have Lud Foe come and wipe 'em out

Yeah, yeah

I swear it's doin' numbers

I'm fuckin' with a rubber

My niggas gettin' money

So fuck if you don't love me

You niggas wanna kill me

But niggas tryna hug me

They act like they all love me

Wanna cop me, they a dummy

But my trap house a Waffle House

Sippin' lean for my sadness

Got a bad bitch for dessert

Got a bad bitch for dessert

Cause my trap house like a Waffle House, yeah

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

My trap house rollin'

That young nigga global

Trappin' out a Rover

Pulled up on your bitch

It was hard for her to keep her composure

Cough syrup in my soda

Call my plug, say, "Hurry up, nigga! What's the hold up?"

I got family to feed, it cost the most to please

80 racks on my arm when I roll up my sleeve

Another 50 on the charm cause I've been boomin' Ps

Sittin' in the hot tub smokin' weed and watchin' TV

Diamonds dancin', that's how you know it's me when you see me

My phone blowin' up (hello?)

The trap goin' crazy (pull up)

They can't get enough

Dolphy got them flavors

I'll shut your trap down

The best prices in town

It's Dolph

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

I trap out my mama's house

I eat at the Waffle House

I see what you're talkin' 'bout

If you be what I'm talkin' 'bout

I shot him the other day

Cause what he was talkin' 'bout (what you was sayin')

Real killers don't say no words

Lil Durk got 300 birds

I'm ridin' with a stick and I'm ridin' with your bitch

I nut on her face, I'ma nut on them tits

Yeah, nut, I whip up some eggs and I scramble the shit

Cook, nigga don't play if you not 'bout this shit

Ambulance, they gon' wait on the bitch

I got them diamonds and now you see my face

I'm mothafuckin' blessed

While I'm trappin', I trap out the Waffle House

Lil Durk, he smoke blunt like a bomboclat

Pay attention, get the formula

I'm ridin' with Snoop Dogg like I'm Bow Wow now

Don't cut my dope or we're fallin' out (murder)

We step in the club and it's snowin' now

Diamonds so wet like a water fountain

Plus, this that 300 shit, Durk gonna tell the bitch

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

For the low

For the low

Tony Montana, they for the low

Spend it on my son, man that body low

Hundred racks spent on your hoe

That's why she don't say no

My money green like a pear

Who you want for Durk, you know she said