Dixmond Esco – Trap House

Dixmond Esco – Trap House Lyrics

Artist: Dixmond Esco
Song: Trap House

Esco on the beat, n#gg#
Here we go hoe
I’m a beast, n#gg#
And b#tch, you do know that

I’m a bachelor, don’t get too attached to me
That’s where we stand
You gon’ let me smash it?
I know that I’m packin’

f#ckin’ with a mask on (Mask)
That’s a legend task
We can freak it on the driver’s seat
Come on, let me beat it

I like me some Swissies (Cash)
You know that I’m crafty
All this just a grab and smash
It’s a wrap (Wrap it)

I’m the best at trappin’
All these n#gg#s actin’
Thinkin’ they’ll stab me
m#th*rf#ck*rs be scammin’

People say I be runnin’ from my life
Not knowing I just run from poverty
Hold up, you just cappin’ (Cap)
That’s why I be laughin’

I got bars
I got flows
I got hoes
I got everythin’ you need

I got b#tches and some weed and its seed
I got leanie dranks
So please, don’t be a creep (Don’t)
You just being a leech

Don’t make me cause a scene
I’ma ride this beat
Like that b#tch ridin’ me like a rodeo
I just hit it time to time

I got no pride
Takin’ over like Fortnite (Epic)
Racks, stacks
Chicks, cars

Bros, clothes
Hoes moan
Booty shakin’ on the pole
Throw it back, like woah

Busy in the trap house
That’s a penthouse
Don’t be b#llsh#ttin’
I don’t deal with no p#ss#cats

There’s weed and some codeine
You know I be dominating
I just trap to the core
I don’t need no spouse

They got they downs
I just need the crowd to be screamin’ my name
At the wh#rehouse, that’s where it’s goin’ down
When you walkin’ with the Devil

You gon’ get shot with the Glock
Make that #ss drop in the trap house
All these bad b#tches speakin’ Spanish
Ice on my wrist (Wet)

I could do some skatin’
You ain’t dodging my bullets, n#gg#
I’m a boss
Draco on your #ss

Caught a n#gg# slippin’
All these dead bodies got me trippin’
But I’m still hypin’ up
Your life a lowlife

Feelin’ fresh all the time
You just like to whine
Your girl be a slime
And worth a dime

They used to call me ugly
Now they wanna be my baby mommas
Bust a cap in a n#gg#
Being yourself ain’t a crime

Don’t be a simp
No beef with the Crips
Demons skinny dip in blood
f#ck your b#tch in the nighttime

Don’t be envious of me
You gon’ get depressed (Please)
Racks, stacks
Chicks, cars

Bros, clothes
Hoes moan
Booty shakin’ on the pole
Throw it back, like woah

Shoot the block with my Glizzy (Brr)
Get a quicky from a silly b#tch named Lilly
Pin her on the wall like a poster
It’s too chilly gettin’ fifties, f#ckin’ kitties, suckin’ t#tt#es

But this windy city kinda shitty
Trippy music modern hippies
Freaky b#tches lookin’ icy, just like Elsa
Lose my balance

Whip it, dip it
Driftin’ Beamers (Skrt)
Freaky b#tches in them tube tops
With them juicy booties shakin’ on the pole

In the trap house, lotta hoes, lotta poles (f#ck!)
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Dixmond Esco Lyrics – Trap House

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From the album:
Trap House [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021