Lyrics Lil Durk – Trap House (Remix)

Intro:
YSL!
It’s Dolph!
300!

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’m a have Lil 4 come and wipe em out

Chorus

Verse 2 — Young Dolph:
My trap house rolling
That young nigga global
Trapping 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 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

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 bitch
I nut on her face, I’m a 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 mothafucking 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 shit, Durk gonna tell the bitch

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