Traphouse - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)

In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole (Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp, man)

Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road

Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Rd

My ma say, "Go legit, you ain't tired of sellin' shit?"

Fuck I'm 'posed to do, write another nigga story like I'm 50 Cent?

Love to smoke weed, got too many vice to catch a fight to Cali'

Kick a box before I touch some dice

Quarter, back-to-back, I'm John Edwards, catchin' Michael Irvin

Scored a hundred pack on Wilt Chamberlain, dunkin' Jane Worsen

Box just came, my money estimated, sellout Tuesday to Thursday

MC Hammer, too legit to quit, so, bitch, I'm still servin'

Sponsored by the power, return an ounce into a four-eight

Trap beat on pad, they slow as fuck when it's rent day

Took a four up out a nine, sold that bitch for sixty five

I can't work a nine-to-five, sell a nine for twelve-five

Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)

In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole

Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road

Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Rd

As a jit, sellin' hard, thought it would be easy

Bust it open, bring it back, bitch, I ain't Jeezy

Road high, usin' Waze, use another route

R.I.P. to Flippa, sixteen zips, got it off the paper route

Now notorious, meet my floors, never seen a drought

They see all these boxes, think we movin' in and movin' out

Reachin' for my chain, give your ass some fame, now you get killed for clout

Pull up, place your order, I'm servin' quarters, just like In-N-Out

They call me Chef B.R.G., but hold that thought

It's a cold-ass moment, where I hold for thought

It's a hurricane, risk game, tornado turn, dog

Watch Piggly Wiggly, chain, Kermit the Frog, dog

Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)

In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole (Ayy, Ta—)

Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road

Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Gabby Road

Scale on the counter, Pyrex on the stove (Stove)

In my trap house, we break it down and sell it whole

Bitch, I work the mail, and I work the road

Served my first hundred pack, bitch, on Godby Rd

(Ayy, Tana, FyeThatShitUp, man)