Trap House - King Los

Woke up in a trap

Fuck is goin on

Man look at my watch

I’ve been here too long

It’s like they got me chained

They don’t want me to leave

Just trynna feed my fam

But they don’t want me to eat

Feel like I’m in a nightmare nigga

I’m a fuck around and spaz

All my niggas in the feds

They was busting down them stacks

I got no choice in the matter and matter of fact see your man

Got a man I’m understand I’m a stand up no playing I’m sayin

I get it I get it my nigga the fuck was you doinn

West side rollin on your bitchass

Came up with some eatside niggas known to get cash

Whiplash from the droptop

Quick fast then the Glock popped

And whip crack in the crock pot (BOP, BOP)

How the Glock go