Trampa De La Casa

(album: Underdog - 2018)

(Ayy, Nine9 really kicking shit, you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)

Finessing niggas that be gullible
Pinky ring on me like I won the Super Bowl
If the bitch hit my phone I'm like OTO
Don't be calling my phone for my pesos
I was smoking on the cookie, not a Oreo
And I was smoking with lil Trippie, now it's Diego
Swear I'm all about my chips, about my nachos
Yeah, she wanna play my music, yeah, my audio
Hundred bank cards, I can't even play Uno
And I'm on Mars but I'm not chilling with Bruno
And my pockets fat but they fat like a hippo
And my Bimmer fast and it's fast without nitro
I like Bimmer cars, what the fuck is a Volvo?
Came up on my own, bitch, I came up novo
I was in LA cooling with my brother Sito
Smoking on supreme, I'm not talking the box logo
And I get shell like a motherfucking taco
I need my money ASAP, ain't talking 'bout Flacko
Ball on these niggas like I play for Chicago
Riding on my Mongoose, used to ride down Largo

Walk up in the trampa de la casa
Walk up in the trampa de la casa
I used to walk up in the trampa de la casa
And I be smelling like gas when I walk through the plaza
Finna walk in the trampa de la casa
And I be smelling like gas when I walk through the plaza
Finna walk in the trampa de la casa
And I be smelling like gas when I walk through the plaza