[Intro:]YSL!It's Dolph!300!Shout out C-SickOTF!C-Sick!Thugger![Chorus - Lil Durk:]My trap house a Waffle HouseMy trap house a Waffle HouseMy trap house a Waffle HouseMy trap house a Waffle HouseWe got grits for the lowWe got grits for the lowWe got grits for the lowWe got grits for the lowMy trap house a Waffle HouseMy trap house a Waffle HouseMy trap house a Waffle HouseMy trap house a Waffle HouseWe got grits for the lowWe got grits for the lowWe got grits for the lowWe got grits for the low[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]I got syrup in my trap houseSomething like a Waffle HouseTry to steal out my trapI'm a have Lil 4 come and wipe em outYeah, yeahI swear it's doing numbersI'm fucking with the robbersMy niggas getting moneySo fuck if you don't love meYou niggas wanna kill meBut niggas tryna hug meThey act like they love meWanna cop me, they a dummyBut my trap house a Waffle HouseSipping lean for my sadnessGot a bad bitch for dessertGot a bad bitch for dessertCause my trap house like a Waffle House, yeah[Chorus][Verse 2 - Young Dolph:]My trap house rollingThat young nigga globalTrapping out a RoverPulled up on your bitchIt was hard for her to keep her composureCough syrup in my sodaCall my plug, say, Hurry up, nigga! What's the hold up?I got family to feed, it cost the most to please80 racks on my arm when I roll up my sleeveAnother 50 on the charm cause I've been booming PsSitting in the hot tub smoking weed and watching TVDiamonds dancing, that's how you know it's me when you see meMy phone blowing up, hello?The trap going crazy, pull upThey can't get enoughDolphy got them flavorsI'll shut your trap downThe best prices in townIt's Dolph[Chorus][Verse 3 - Young Thug:]I trap out my mama's houseI eat at the Waffle HouseI see what you're talking gboutIf you be what I'm talking boutI shot him the other dayCause what he was talking bout, what you was sayingReal killers don't say no wordsLil Durk got 300 birdsI'm riding with a stick and I'm riding with your bitchI nut on her face, I'm a nut on them titsYeah, nut, I whip up some eggs and I scramble the shitCook, nigga don't play if you not bout this shitAmbulance, they gon wait on the bitchI got them diamonds and now you see my faceI'm mothafucking blessedWhile I'm trapping, I trap out the Waffle HouseLil Durk, he smoke blunt like a bomboclatPay attention, get the formulaI'm riding with Snoop Dogg like I'm Bow Wow nowDon't cut my dope or we're falling out, murderWe step in the club and it's snowing nowDiamonds so wet like a water fountainPlus, this that 300 shit, Durk gonna tell the bitch[Chorus][Outro - Young Thug:]We got grits for the lowWe got grits for the lowWe got grits for the lowWe got grits for the lowFor the lowFor the lowTony Montana, they for the lowSpend it on my son, man that body lowHundred racks spent on your hoeThat's why she don't say noMy money green like a pearWho you want for Durk, you know she said