Trap Door 24 Shell Cases On The Floor Lyrics

Trap Door 24 Shell Cases On The Floor Lyrics : The song is sung by Dlu Kemp. The name of this song is “This Is Why I’m Hot” and this song is written by Dlu Kemp.

Trap Door 24 Shell Cases On The Floor Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Bitch, yeah

Trap door, 24 shell cases on the floor
I opened it, let it blow, yeah I got this under control
Troubles with laser sights, in the dark they gon’ glow
I hang with I don’t declude, that bitch sound like it might explode
I’m ridin’ with dog 10, I’ll shoot if you startin’ shit
Bitch I beholdin’ my city, it’s gon’ leave you armless
Can’t look ’cause I’m heartless, I’m filled up with darkness
He talkin’ ’bout killin’ me but I know that he harmless

We got them 30 rounds, them 50s, them hundreds too
Bank roll is in my pocket, got nothin’ but hundred blues
They follow what I do, they watchin’ all of my moves
The wanna be just like me, it’s monkey-see-monkey-do
This is why I’m hot, I’m colder than Papa Doc
You get it? Because he froze when Eminem threw the shots
Got rich off of sellin’ pot and, trust me, I sold a lot
I’m finally gettin’ bands, my pockets filled up with knots
I’m hot like a summer day, I kill you a hundred ways
My sniper’s gon’ knock you out before you can step in my way

They talkin’ ’bout, ‘lose your name’, want money? You keep the fame
Ain’t sparin’ nobody life, you dead if I start to aim
Spin his block with a choppa, ain’t no callin’ the doctor
If you wanna disrespect me I’m more than likely gon’ pop you
Pop in this with some vodka, no I’m not here to drama
I’m just gon’ shut my own mouth and smoke all my marijuana
My flow on this song, mills, payed 350 for my bills
Can’t even see in fear of Karma when Louis V off the shelf

I got it all by myself, ain’t askin’ you for your help
Yeah I got left for dead, I ain’t trustin’ nobody else
I just need me a bag and a 30 round loaded magnum
So I can go visit my ops and make ’em bleed like the rag
I barely know my own dad and no, that shit isn’t sad
‘Cause if he hadn’t have left who knows what life I would have
Promise, I’m fully paid, ride Jordans made out of suede
Choppa hit ’em with heat, I call it the Wayne way

I think I’m goin’ in, I swear this shit gon’ go viral
The onyl reason I’m doin’ this was crips was out the Bible
I used to have to rob, my instincts were pure survival
And your homie dead, bitch, ain’t no point checkin’ his vitals
So this is why I’m hot, I’m trappin’ straight out the spot
The police is on my a^s with little proof that they got
No I ain’t gettin’ caught, I rather be dead and shot
Dudes really in there snitchin’ and sittin’ in their Rolls-Royce

So this is why I’m hot, I’m trappin’ straight out the spot
The police is on my a^s with little proof that they got
No I ain’t gettin’ caught, I rather be dead and shot
Dudes really in there snitchin’ and sittin’ in their Rolls-Royce, yeah
Uh, yeah
This is why I’m hot

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