Trap House Rules

By Mango Foo

On Ear Hustling

Released on March 16, 2016

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[Hook]

All my niggas jugging, we got bricks and bales

You say you want a pound, we put it on the scale

Yeah, I would never tell

All my niggas touching keys, we send it in the mail

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules


[Verse 1]

Got have a strap if you trapping out the bando

All my niggas touching keys like it’s a piano

Pull up, got choppers, we killers, you thinkin’ we Rambo

You talking that shit, we flip your ass like you a sandal

Know that we trap out the traphouse

My plug he pull in and he back out

I’m beating the pack just like Pacquio

I don’t want to talk unless money talk

I just got a bitch and she foreign

She tryna get me go to Maury

Hundred bands and the Migos tourin’

I pull up and get it extortion

Me and Rel Money hit a jugg for a hundred bags, know where the gas

Trappin’ out a Maserati, young rich nigga so we sell it fast

It’s a money race and my niggas on the grind

Finish first, never last

The money is coming, just hold up

You niggas just got to relax


[Hook]

All my niggas jugging, we got bricks and bales

You say you want a pound, we put it on the scale

Yeah, I would never tell

All my niggas touching keys, we send it in the mail

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules


[Verse 2]

I got the white, I’m whipping this shit just like Pamela

I got the bricks, I got the soft in the Challenger

And if a nigga got a problem, eat him like it’s Hannibal

I foreign my whip, I pull up in Lambo or Phantom, yeah

Young rich nigga, yeah we global

If he got a problem we bite him like cobra

My niggas make plays

We servin’ them J’s, so shout out to Hova

My niggas we solid

We never fold just like poker

Trap house it stay full of babies

We serving crack like the 80’s

Pull up in a Rari, it’s vacant

Just me and my nina, my lady

Hundred bands they stay in my pocket, no Tom Brady

If a nigga got the sack, no T.I. but I’m taking


[Hook]

All my niggas jugging, we got bricks and bales

You say you want a pound, we put it on the scale

Yeah, I would never tell

All my niggas touching keys, we send it in the mail

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules

That’s the trap house rules