Kick in Your Door streammob

Trap-A-Holics

Intro

Trap-A-Holics

Open up.. open up.... I said open.. your mother fuckin door!

Chorus

Kick in your front door, no ski mask, here I stand

Work on the counter, money in the safe, damn

Every brick, every bag, every dollar in the stash

Run it all or catch a tag, that's the price for the cash

Lay it down... lay on the mother fuckin floor

Verse 1

Four in the mornin', I ain't knockin' twice

Red beam on the wall, lookin' calm and polite

You been flippin' work on the west side of town

Now the whole operation gettin' shut down

Pyrex on the table, scales on the floor

You ain't trappin' no more, that's a closed door

Whips on the interstate movin' through the night

Bags double wrapped, keepin' everything tight

Nobody see the face, just the taillights glow

Countin' every dollar while the profit grow

Chorus

Kick in your front door, no ski mask, here I stand

Work on the counter, money in the safe, damn

Every brick, every bag, every dollar in the stash

Run it all or catch a tag, that's the price for the cash

Verse 2

Duct tape tight, wrists and ankles bound

Safe dial turnin', I can hear the numbers sound

Thirty bricks in the closet, twenty more in the van

You a middleman's middleman, that's the plan

Ten years old I was learnin' how to cook

Now I'm standin' over you with the steel and the book

Trap math simple: subtract your breath

Add my profit 'til there ain't nothin' left

Cousin on the corner with the burner by his side

Told me trust nobody, keep your eyes open wide

Verse 3

Convertible rollin', glove box full of weight

Everybody actin' like they know the rules of the game

Snakes in the grass smilin' right in my face

I got a short memory for niggas switchin' pace

Mama said I'd change but the streets don't let go

Diamonds on my neck but my heart colder than snow

Money in the mattress, addicted to the stash

Weight on the scale never lie through the glass

Block hot like summer when the sirens pass

I'm a trap star livin', never lookin' back

Bridge

Florida to Cali to the A-T-L

Same story different cell, same type of hell

Birdman ice, Biggie drives, Kendrick flows

None of that shit save you when the reaper shows

Flip it 'til the morning, never stop the grind

Ain't no peace until the job get done this time

Lay it down... lay it down

Chorus

Outro

Trap-A-Holics

Knock knock

Lay it down

Yeah...

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