"TRAPHOUSE BENTLEY INTRO" lyrics

Go head, talk your shit, bitch, but give me the mic back before that bitch drop
(BentleyKush)
Young Rich Squad, bitch
Wait, do it again, do it again, do it again
Nah, we don't do run-backs, nigga
Ain't no run-backs, bitch
Young Rich Squad, bitch, is you fuckin' stupid?
It's Young Rich Squad, bitch
Hood rich, Bentley
Dumb out of your mind, stupid (Stupid)
We pulled at your mamas crib and we hit that bitch with rounds, nigga (Wait, I fucked up)
We on the block right now (Bitch, wait, wait, wait)
That's word to my fuckin' granny, nigga
She in my DM tryna crack
Go 'head, talk, do that shit
TRAPHOUSE BENTLEY (Say, "It's Young Rich Squad, bitch")
It's Young Rich Squad, bitch
This is TRAPHOUSE BENTLEY
Hood rich, Bentley
Pick me, pick me
Rich Squad, bitch
Rich Squad, bitch? Alright, alright
No-no, but I gotta— (Yell that shit)
Wait-wait, yell it for real? Like...
Say, "It's Young Rich Squad, bitch"
Haha, it's Young Rich Squad, bitch
(Okay, run it back, run me back)
Beat 'bout to drop, you better go, you better go
Wait (Beat 'bout to drop, you better go)
Run me back, run me back, run me back
Shut up, bitch, give me the mic, woah (Hood rich)
Trap house

I poured a deuce in my cup, but I can't even think straight
I seen the cup that you sippin' on stepped on, it ain't safe
'Tussin, nigga, you sippin' on fake drank
I walk out the bank and say thanks
Woah, money mission, trap house bleedin'
Fiends comin' back, so I try not to feed 'em (Woah)
I already don't like you, don't give me no reason (Go)
Hop out the SRT, yeah, the demon (Go, go; Hood rich)
Perc' in my soda, I pour 'til it's empty
Got ten bands on me, five-hundred in twenties (Racks)
Dope house, they really fiendin' for fenty
They gon' get their lil' fix though, scrapin' for pennies
Who? Nigga, don't act like we're friendly
With your bitch at the crib, fuckin' drinkin' on Henny (Woah, woah)
This belong to the trap house, this not a renty
Stolo, nigga, this TRAPHOUSE BENTLEY