[Chorus: Rokky]

I might turn this party to a trap house

Nitties smoking white until they blackout

I know I was broke but I got racks now

Put her in submissions, make her tap out

Tap out, tap out

I know I was broke but I got racks now

Racks now, racks now

Put her in submissions, make her tap out

[Verse 1: Booter Bee]

I'ma turn the block into a war

Ever squeezed off the shotty, corn flying through the door?

I'm the truth and they know, next shots wanna roll

He got slapped in his dome, three stacks for this pole

Four bags for the spins, we put packs into cling

Sent a bag to his account and got him wrapped on the wing

They're not safe in the jail, I got him shaved in his cell

Twenty-five for a sweet, I'm not saving these bells

I just let it rain for all them timеs I been in pain

In and outta lanes, counting readies in my shadеs

Any beef then I'll aim, got the glizzy in the Range

He knows exactly what I'm on so why's he capping on my name?

If I don't make it out from rap

Plan B, you know we stay breaking down them packs

I ain't trusting no bitch to be saving racks

If I back it, I'ma shoot, I ain't taking chat

[Chorus: Rokky]

I might turn this party to a trap house

Nitties smoking white until they blackout

I know I was broke but I got racks now

Put her in submissions, make her tap out

Tap out, tap out

I know I was broke but I got racks now

Racks now, racks now

Put her in submissions, make her tap out

[Verse 2: Rokky]

We skrring foreigns through the ends like it's the Grand Prix

Had nuttin from a young'un, used to fall in love with bad B's

Now I'm making money, I need more spots to stash P

I'm paying peoples rent so they treat me like I'm family, standard

Had to cut him loose, he's like an anchor

I tell him "Get this money, feed your family, that's gangster"

I'm selling proper ganja, this ain't no propaganda

Cali buds had my white bruddas talking like they're Rasta

[Verse 3: Maroc]

Gully rid a six in the can while still mashing P

Came out, dropped a hundred on a kettle and some Louis V

My akhis in the trap but I know millionaires who get it clean

Never had a silver spoon, I came up off a quarter B

Countryside to Huddersfield, shit you know my team's strong

And shout Booter Bee, my akhi, that's a real don

It's not long, one call will get you squeezed on

Ten packs land, give me two days, it's all gone

[Verse 4: Blaze]

Guns out in country, got the glizzy on my hip

Cock it back and shoot, I'll put a bullet in your wig

Quarter mill lines off burners, talk beef then we're lurking

Poked him once, now that pussy was squirting

Come we turn that party to a trap house

Pussy so good, baby girl it made me tap out

Blacked out, we don't back down

Course they know my face in my cunch town

[Chorus: Rokky]

I might turn this party to a trap house

Nitties smoking white until they blackout

I know I was broke but I got racks now

Put her in submissions, make her tap out

Tap out, tap out

I know I was broke but I got racks now

Racks now, racks now

Put her in submissions, make her tap out