[Intro: T.Scam]
Traphouse Mob
Shoutout to jail n***as, life in there
Ey, Mobz, that sounds wavey
Free CK, free me, free BA
Shoutout Blitz, Suspect, SWavey, you on the road
Ay, Active Gxng
Ay, ay

[Verse 1: Suspect]
Ay
Apply that pressure
S on my chest when I grip my wetter
Top-three-driller, olympic cheffer
When I ching a opp, I get pleasure
And my blade a ruler can't measure
Raid your bando, take out your treasure
Duck-duck-goose and bro backed his presser
Opps get bucked and leave in a stretcher
Camp on blocks with evil intent
Bang on opps and lеave them in tents
Man can't chill, thе beef is intense
Man got chunky teeth through them skengs
Listen, we can never be calm
Since he died, you never been farm
Ride for bro with smoke in my palm
In this beef I've never been harmed
[Verse 2: Strika]
Bro put the D in drill
And I put the K in kill
Get round there, and make juice spill
.44 long, or black blade still
I'm in the back of the whip and loose
Rise that wap and bun that yute
Slap off waps, put pricks on the news
You know what the AG's do
Bro put the D in drill
And I put the K in kill
Get round there, and make juice spill
.44 long, or black blade still
I'm in the back of the whip and loose
Rise that wap and bun that yute
Slap off waps, put pricks on the news
You know what the AG's do

[Verse 3: Blitz]
Jailhouse living, nothing but crashings
Do it in the shower or do it in the landing
Fresh home, back to the trapping
Opp block, lean out the ride and crash it
Ask Rex and Lizzy what happened
When H jumped out and slapped it
When they buck gang, they panic
When we catch them, it's tragic
He got cheffed, turnt cabbage
Free up Yevz, he's way too active
Done scored more than a hat trick
3 BA, that's savage
Dashing my wap, cause nothing but damage
Dashing my wap, cause nothing but damage
[Verse 4: SY]
That day on the ride, was a mazza
Didn't buck no-one
Then it's back to the fucking gaza
Every time these yutes get faster
Pop doors, why do you run?
Come here, just wanna give you a hug
Violate me, your time will come
I do it smart, and you do it dumb
Buck into me, your out of luck
I'm a AG, you lot are fully on crud, fuck
Dodged them sirens, cut
Had to decamp back to the flats
The man are wishing we ain't attack
Observation, creep to your flats
Hit my stress, back and hat
Back to the flats, and bill up a pack

[Verse 5: Suspect]
Im active, not into acting
Love my gang so I ride with passion
Remember when Squeeze got left by Action
Or when AR got shh by a baton
And that shit must run in the family
Cah GH and Fizz keep dashing
And RH ain't done no splashings, or crashings
He's just on chattings
Opps get swiped like tinder
Their melons get chopped, Fruit Ninja
Headshot chinger
Make a black boy go ginger
My old friend turned opp into a singer
This car was ditched, turned dinger
This coke get turned into crack, in my cell
Two packs and buy me a spinner