Intro (Trap House 4) lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga, turn up
Gucci world, n*gga
It's Guwop
Zaytoven, cut it up, Sean. ugh
Trap house, bunkin'
Trap house mansion
Yeah, right on Flat Shoals Exit, n*gga
Parts unknown, f*ck n*gga, yeah
It's Guwop, turn up

[Verse]
I'm pourin' fours and sh*t, I need to just put a deuce in
Car cost four-hundred-thou' and I put a roof in
My n*gga pot cook it so good he put his shoe in it
n*gga, it's a gangsta party, why f*ck is you in it?
Head bust a microwave, sh*t, didn't take him two minutes
You know that there's some straps in the club, they let my crew in
I might just do the Michael Vick man and cook it left hand
If you ain't talkin' 'bout buyin' grams then I'm a deaf man
I can make the dope do numbers, the Stacey Augmon
I told my b*tch to dye her hair red like Dennis Rodman
If Gucci Mane got so much money then why he robbin'?
We thirty deep, we cover the streets, n*gga, we mobbin'