Trap House (Remix) lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Young Thug & Young Dolph)

 [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'm a have Lil 4 come and wipe em out

Yeah, yeah

I swear it's doing numbers

I'm fucking with the robbers

My niggas getting money

So fuck if you don't love me

You niggas wanna kill me

But niggas 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 bitch for dessert

Got a bad bitch for dessert

Cause my trap house like a Waffle House, yeah

[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