Testo Trampa De La Casa

Aye, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?
Nine9, baby!

Finessin' niggas that be gullible
Pinky ring on me like I won a Super Bowl
If a bitch hit my phone, I'm like, osiyo
Don't be callin' my phone for my pesos
I was smokin' on the cookie, not an Oreo And I was smokin' with lil' Trippie and now it’s Diego
Swear I'm all about my chips, about my nachos
Yeah, she wanna play me music, yeah, my audio
Hundred bank cards, I can't even play Uno
And I'm on Mars but I'm not chillin' with Bruno
And my pockets fat but they fat like a hippo
And my Beamer fast and it's fast without nitro
I like Beamer cars, what the fuck is a Volvo?
Came up on my own, bitch, I came up novo
I was in L.A., coolin' with my brother Sito
Smokin' on supreme, I'm not talkin' the box logo
And I get shell like a motherfuckin' taco
I need my money ASAP, ain't talkin' 'bout Flacko
Ball on these niggas like I play for Chicago
Ridin' 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 smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza
Finna walk in that trampa de la casa
And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza
Finna walk in that trampa de la casa
And I be smellin' like gas when I walk through the plaza