Lil Durk ft. Young Dolph & Young Thug – Trap House (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro)
YSL!
It’s Dolph!
300!
Shout out C-Sick
OTF!
C-Sick!
Thugger!

(Chorus – Lil Durk)
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

(Verse 1 – Lil Durk)
I got syrup in my trap house
Something like a Waffle House
Try to steal out my trap
I’ma have Lil 4 come and wipe em out
Yeah, yeah
I swear it’s doing numbers
I’m f**king with the robbers
My ni**as getting money
So f**k if you don’t love me
You ni**as wanna kill me
But ni**as tryna hug me
They act like they love me
Wanna cop me, they a dummy
But my trap house a Waffle House
Sipping lean for my sadness
Got a bad bi**h for dessert
Got a bad bi**h for dessert
Cause my trap house like a Waffle House, yeah

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Young Dolph)
My trap house rolling
That young ni**a global
Trapping out a Rover
Pulled up on your bi**h
It was hard for her to keep her composure
Cough syrup in my soda
Call my plug, say, Hurry up, ni**a! 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 booming Ps
Sitting in the hot tub smoking weed and watching TV
Diamonds dancing, that’s how you know it’s me when you see me
My phone blowing up, hello?
The trap going 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

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3: Young Thug]
I trap out my mama’s house
I eat at the Waffle House
I see what you’re talking gbout
If you be what I’m talking bout
I shot him the other day
Cause what he was talking bout, what you was saying
Real killers don’t say no words
Lil Durk got 300 birds
I’m riding with a stick and I’m riding with your bi**h
I nut on her face, I’ma nut on them tits
Yeah, nut, I whip up some eggs and I scramble the s**t
Cook, ni**a don’t play if you not bout this s**t
Ambulance, they gon wait on the bi**h
I got them diamonds and now you see my face
I’m mothaf**king blessed
While I’m trapping, I trap out the Waffle House
Lil Durk, he smoke blunt like a bomboclat
Pay attention, get the formula
I’m riding with Snoop Dogg like I’m Bow Wow now
Don’t cut my dope or we’re falling out, murder
We step in the club and it’s snowing now
Diamonds so wet like a water fountain
Plus, this that 300 sh*t, Durk gonna tell the bi**h

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro – Young Thug)
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

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