This ain't your momma's crib, fam. Tecca built a/this/his joint/spot/pad where the bass be bumpin' and the beats be droppin'. It's a real/straight-up/ legit trap palace where you can get lost/sucked in/blown away by the vibes. We/Y'all/You cats talkin' plush seating/furniture/comfy spots, walls/surfaces/floors drippin' with color, and enough smoke