TRAP HOUSE MAFIA Clean Run

Yeah. Keep it clean.
Let the bass breathe.
Trap House.

Rolling in the dark, windows tinted black,
Pure heavy bass bumping on the track.
No static on the speakers, just the heavy weight,
We always on time, we ain't never late.
Counting up the paper, moving like a ghost,
Trap House mafia doing it the most.
Synths cutting clean right through the cold night,
Everything we do, yeah we doing it right.

Engine purring low...
Watch the numbers grow...

Heavy trap bouncing, shaking up the street!
Clean sub bass running right under the feet!
Securing the bag, riding through the zone,
We the only kings sitting on the throne!
Yeah, we taking it all!

Smooth on the pedal, heavy on the dash,
We don't do the talking, we just get the cash.
Crisp on the hi-hats, heavy on the kick,
Moving out the shadows, yeah we moving quick.
Focused on the millions, focused on the prize,
You can see the hustle burning in the eyes.
No cheap talk, we just execute the plan,
Catch us if you want, catch us if you can.

Heavy trap bouncing, shaking up the street!
Clean sub bass running right under the feet!
Securing the bag, riding through the zone,
We the only kings sitting on the throne!

Clean run.