Pooda Racks - Love Da Trap Lyrics

Ayy, Fizzles, stay the f*ck out the kitchen
Rax
Rax
Ayy

I get in that mode, I treat the trap house like my bitch
Catch me in the mix, the plan to hustle and get rich
Don't call my phone, if it ain't about money, then I ain't on shit
Told her I'm bleeding da trap, she think I'm laid up with a bitch

Call you my brother if you shoot for me, who that be
That's that nigga Racks, he in the newest Jeep
Got me a deal, bought pounds and guns, I ain't getting flee
Moving weight, pull up to the trap house if you want a G

State to state, we gon' break the bank, niggas can't f*ck with me
I could never trip about a hoe, these hoes be doing things
Rolling dank we ain't , sipping drank, leave that shit to the fiends
I knew the trap house was a gold, new ticket, wasn't no money, green

Ayy, I get in that mode, I treat the trap house like my bitch
Catch me in the mix, the plan to hustle and get rich
Don't call my phone, if it ain't about money, then I ain't on shit
Told her I'm bleeding a trap, she think I'm laid up with a bitch

Put myself on in the streets, bitch, ain't no nigga give me help
Why they never wanna rob you, we be giving opps to belt
The same day, he drop his low thing with his dick and he got shelf
My hoes know I spend it bag, but I don't love them, just myself

Bitch, thought it was a dream, we on a jet, cause I got wealth
Told shots, they want us down, just keep your head up and move stealth
Ain't seen your car, baby, I was busy, getting really rich
Tega get a bond, he coming home, popping shit like Mitch

This a message for the rappers, get the f*ck up off my dick
Could take my hoe won't make me sick, that just means she wasn't my bitch
I get in that mode, I treat the trap hoes like my bitch
Catch me in the mix, the plan to hustle and get rich, don't call my phone

If it ain't about money, then I ain't on shit
Told her I'm bleeding da trap, she think I'm laid up with a bitch