TRAP HOUSE HOE

Gee... see these old a$$ Hoes, got too much mouth
Plastic living, mental games, and still worry about what I do in the dirty South
And cannot back up sh#t
Not when they be dangling a carrot and just an old a$$ clit

How much pain can my Glock afflict when you play with a mirror and smoke
My Queen ease up... we still got the cash and the dope
Yeah, but this b!tch about to get straight dealt while I make her choke
The game ain’t for the faint, you best tame that collar when you running a loose tongue

My Drug Empire is successful, Gee... we bring the firepower, we blaze, and watch a hoe moan while they attempt to evade or run
We took those Cartels out, and brought the crew to their knees
I live to plug a fu$k and then chop his a$$ up and watch his mama bleed
We still need to set things right with the Cubans, since we set up the Mexican Drug Lords
Now that we took over their territory, we going to need at trap house, to keep their whereabouts on a tight cord

Gee, that fu#k sent his woman to do his money laundering and drug bidding
She must thought when I told her to get down on lay down, I was kidding
Yeah, until I sliced her neck from behind
And watched her squirt on Hells’ time

My Queen, I heard she was the same old b!tch who tried to stage your demise
Attempted and failed, ignorant, its wisdom in being wise
Watching her kissing dirt and bleeding out, your stiletto smashing her in the back
That dead hoe thought she was dealing a soft kitty cat, just an old a$$ twisted Uncle Tom
My Queen, you showed her when you lifted her hand and carved your three initials in her palm

You know how the East Coast gets down, you play with fire, and you will be burned
Tossing your flesh in your own flames and leaving her peeps crying over her ashes in an Urn
My Queen, since when did we leave a witness behind
We 911 and the po-po, and don’t nobody better move, we come strapped, getting yours and saving mine
Our laws are to put out the trash while we still stay on our grind
I keep telling these Cartels and they fake a$$ right hand trap house hoes, watch your step they are not as loud as mine
I just sit back, then cut at your feet, mess with your head for a national past time

Stay on your block for you feel the sting of my Glock
Whichever color you are known to wear
You not ready for the streets, and me and my crew do not play fair
Loose lips sink the ships
You get my drift
One by one taking you and your boys down off my hit list

Raiding those phony accounts, showing you who’s the real b!tch
Gee, all them Cartels and the Drug Lords do is play the innocent act
Crocodile tears, twisted mentality, that weak sh#t when cornered after I bash heads with my autographed baseball bat
Proof is always sweeter when no one has your back
Word up, Gee, revenge is best left cold, when flushing you out like a ghost, then smile in your face keep it real.. yeah just like that

We set up a meeting, since I'm the East Coast Drug Queen, we got the pounds of that black ice
Yeah, the sky's the limit when the cash is rolling in and that’s twice as nice
Silly rabbit trix is for kids

You throw stones, trust me gunfire slices, I will outlive
Open your eyes and recognize
I bring Pain and Hell ordained from the skies
You worrying about me and what I know
I respect, until you try stepping on my toes
You interfere with my dope, getting me some hard d..k, or my cash flow
The green light to go after your tired a$$, your downfall when my spotlight be, that’s all I know
Gee serve that b!tch her notice… that fake ***er tried to go even steven on me..

You got it Queen

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