[Intro: Quilly]



You stay down until you come up, you know that right?

You gettin' what you put out

Let's get it



[Hook: City Rominiecki]



You've been looking for love in the trap house

You've been lost, you don't know where you at

You've been workin' on it, you wanna prove somethin'

You can keep on gettin' it (?)

But if the head right, if the head right

I'll be there every night

If the head right, if the head right, I'll be there every night



[Verse 1: Quilly]



Even tho you was a crack fiend mama

You always was a black Queen mama

I fell in love wit the trap house

Golden State, I made a dub in the trap house

I'm wit my trap queen, I blow her back out

Wake up, fuck again, and count that money till we pass out

We hit the mall, Louie/Fendi, Gucci, cash out

Back in the studio, litty; know Quilly black out

I got you cleanin' for me, I got you cookin for me

We ridin' dirty, put the work right in your pussy for me

Crack baby, was born the 80s

I grew up bummy so it's only right I'm gettin' wavy

Pullin' all nighters wit the drug addicts

Pancakes and syrup, 1000 dollar habits

Lookin' for love in the wrong places

20s, 50s and 100s, but I love all faces



Hook: City Rominiecki]



You've been looking for love in the trap house

You've been lost, you don't know where you at

You've been workin' on it, you wanna prove somethin'

You can keep on gettin' it (?)

But if the head right, if the head right

I'll be there every night

If the head right, if the head right, I'll be there every night



[Verse 2: Quilly]



Bitch, I started from the bottom, on my way up to the top

Hug my mom then hug the block

Spent all night at Sunny's spot

16, I fell in love wit the block, fell in love wit the trap

Fell in love wit the pot, fell in love wit my Glock

Gettin' money felt easy to me

NWA; fuck the cops

Baking Soda, Coca-Cola, trappin' off my Motorola

Ran them routes like Randy Moss, hangin wit Vikings;

Minnesota

17, I went to jail, fuck the judge; denied my bail

I feel like I'm Heaven sent, it's only right I give em hell

Hangin' wit the wrong crowd, peer pressure; bad influence

Fell back from the trap, picked up the mic

Fell in love wit music

Now it's back to back shows nigga

Now switchin' up flows nigga

Now I'm drippin' that sauce on em

Bankroll don't fold nigga

I don't need your help, I'm good

Get my mom up out that hood

Even tho I love my block, I'ma put my family up in them woods

Hustle hard; I did it, stayed down; was committed

Used to have that bomb on me

Now bout to blow; John Wick it

Hook: City Rominiecki]



You've been looking for love in the trap house

You've been lost, you don't know where you at

You've been workin' on it, you wanna prove somethin'

You can keep on gettin' it (?)

But if the head right, if the head right

I'll be there every night

If the head right, if the head right, I'll be there every night



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