Yeah—
Late night, trap house pulse like a heartbeat
Dope in the safe, cash stacked deep on the seat
Shorty in the kitchen, move dirty, smell sweet
Nine in the waistband, strap ready, elite
Skrrt out the driveway, tires eat asphalt
Engine scream loud, fuck a cat, no default
Quarter mile lined, neon tape on the asphalt
Opps in the distance, yeah we bout to assault
Girls on the hood, smoke clouds in the air
Pockets full of green, fuck a care, take a dare
DBoy hit the line, product everywhere
Dice on the floor, luck run thin, truth or snare
RAH—
Switch lanes, lead foot, turbo hiss like a snake
Cash in my hand, life on the line, no breaks
Gunmetal rides, whispers of deals that we make
Trap king crown, haters sleepin’, hearts we take
Gasoline drip on the pavement like sweat
Shorty ride shotgun, wet hair, no regrets
DBoy laughing, pockets bulging, flexed
Opps roll up, vanish quick, never get next
Hook:
Gasoline & guts, streets don’t forgive
Trap house life, we live what we live
Races, guns, girls, all the shit we give
Filthy nights, catch the wave, then we pivot
Verse 2:
Stack the bricks, flip the wrist, double the grind
Racing locals, tires smoke, leave 'em behind
Shorty moan low, body drunk off the wine
Nine under pillow, dreams sharp like a spine
Trap meet lit, whips on display
DBoys whisper moves, cards in play
Shots pop in alley, no one stay
Blood mix with gasoline, game don’t sway
End:
Sun rise gray, hood still awake
Money gone, car still smoked, hearts ache
Girls gone, straps tucked, stakes
Trap house legend, leave nothing to fake
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