Lyrics
I swear to God, that the studio a trap house now
Got the feds at the door and they break it down
In the booth and I'm trying to blow on some loud
We turn the studio into a trap
And I swear to God, that the studio a trap house now
Got the feds at the door and they break it down
In the booth and I'm trying to blow on some loud
We turn the studio into a trap
Yeah, I popped a bean, and I'm feeling lit
And I'm in the booth and I hit this shit
And I ask where the blunt at let me hit it, bitch
Trying to get paid, working every day
Nine to five, like a fucking slave
Hold up
Made another beat and I'm rolling
Put my money in the booth, I ain't got nothing to lose
Look at you
We turn the studio into a trap now
Flipping beats, makin money now
Flipping beats cause I gotta get paid
Waiting on the plug, to hit my line
I need a bad bitch that like to roll my blunts
In them late nights, early mornings, uh
I don't sleep anymore, that shits boring
It's a mystery, oh victory
And I know it's history, but I know it isn't ancient history
Yeah, the studio a fucking trap, every day we fucking lit
Every day we laying down some type of music
Late nights, early morning, I can't sleep no more
Late nights, early morning, I can't sleep no more
Bitch we like that, we turn the studio into the trap
We hit the gas, and blow the pound
Man I swear to God that the studio a trap house now
Got the feds at the door and they break it down
In the booth and I'm trying to blow on some loud
We turn the studio into a trap
Man I swear to God that the studio a trap house now
Got the feds at the door and they break it down
In the booth and I'm trying to blow on some loud
We turn the studio into a trap
Dylan Tolleson
O/B/O DistroKid