Trap House Lyrics - Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane Trap House cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Demetrius Stewart, Demetrius L Stewart, Radric Delantic Davis
release date: 2005-5-24
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Bass Music
length: 4:20
In the trap house, in the trap house, in the trap house
Gucci mane check it

Chopper on the floor pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred thousand in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thousand in my trap house
Bricks going in, bricks going out
Made a hundred thousand in my trap house

I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 cent
Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
Say my life style extravagant I talk cash ****
*****es say I'm arrogant well god damn Gucci cocky then
But at the same time young hoes be jocking slim
Gucci ain't ****, ***** I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm balling like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe ***** in my trap house
Smoking rubber cushie


Jumped out the whip everybody looking
Big clouds of smoke but ain't nobody cooking
(females)(girl their go Gucci mane
I want his autograph 'cause I'm his biggest fan)
Yellow hummvie with the yellow feet
Yellow diamonds the same color as yellow cheese
And I'm smoking on that purple ****
They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a *****
Money long like Shaq feet
Running dough like a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right


In my trap house watching sports center
In the kitchen cooking but I ain't cooking dinner
Splash it with the water whip it make it harder
17 for 'em the same number as Quincy Carter
Say I'm working with with a mill or better
Married to the game me and mane live together
Street smart ***** never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom smoking reefer
Prices low like Wal-Mart
Bricks on I-9 get ya shopping cart
Knee deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard greens


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CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Trap House
  • 3 That’s All
  • 4 Booty Shorts
  • 5 Icy
  • 6 Two Thangs
  • 7 Money Don’t Matter
  • 8 That’s My Hood
  • 9 Lawnmower Man
  • 10 Pyrex Pot
  • 11 Independent Balling Like a Major #1
  • 12 Black Tee
  • 13 Corner Cuttin’
  • 14 Independent Balling Like a Major #2
  • 15 Hustle
  • 16 Damn Shawty
  • 17 Go Head
  • 18 Outro