"T.R.A.P.G.O.D." lyrics
Uh, let's go
Ooh, let's go
Ah
Uh, look
These niggas pocket watchin' 'cause these niggas is broke, huh
Trap God, I be whippin' the dope up
We not the same, nigga, don't get your hopes up
Pull out the Nina then a nigga get choked up
Feel like Serena, I'm getting these racks on
I'm at Saint Laurent, you be shopping at PacSun
Nigga, I'm rich and you niggas ain't made none
Eight different bodies and it's all on the same gun
He want a problem, but the nigga won't say none
She want a picture with me 'cause she think that I'm famous
I know you got a job but this shit don't pay much
I'm on for Perc 30 so I ain't really say much
I beat it, I beat it, I beat it
Threw out the grills 'cause I don't really need it
Stay with the thing 'cause you know it get heated
I'm with your man, bitch, know she cheated
Ah, easy, baby
Put your hand on my chest for too long, I think you might freeze it, baby
And my dick don't get hard on it's own, so I need you to tease it, baby
Did this on my own, I got all my keys up, baby
This my home and I got my cash out, racks out, baby your ass out, uh
She let me hit from the back and the shorty attached now, uh
Ooh, let's go
Ah
Uh, look
These niggas pocket watchin' 'cause these niggas is broke, huh
Trap God, I be whippin' the dope up
We not the same, nigga, don't get your hopes up
Pull out the Nina then a nigga get choked up
Feel like Serena, I'm getting these racks on
I'm at Saint Laurent, you be shopping at PacSun
Nigga, I'm rich and you niggas ain't made none
Eight different bodies and it's all on the same gun
He want a problem, but the nigga won't say none
She want a picture with me 'cause she think that I'm famous
I know you got a job but this shit don't pay much
I'm on for perc 30 so I ain't really say much
Ooh, let's go
Ah
Uh, look
These niggas pocket watchin' 'cause these niggas is broke, huh
Trap God, I be whippin' the dope up
We not the same, nigga, don't get your hopes up
Pull out the Nina then a nigga get choked up
Feel like Serena, I'm getting these racks on
I'm at Saint Laurent, you be shopping at PacSun
Nigga, I'm rich and you niggas ain't made none
Eight different bodies and it's all on the same gun
He want a problem, but the nigga won't say none
She want a picture with me 'cause she think that I'm famous
I know you got a job but this shit don't pay much
I'm on for Perc 30 so I ain't really say much
I beat it, I beat it, I beat it
Threw out the grills 'cause I don't really need it
Stay with the thing 'cause you know it get heated
I'm with your man, bitch, know she cheated
Ah, easy, baby
Put your hand on my chest for too long, I think you might freeze it, baby
And my dick don't get hard on it's own, so I need you to tease it, baby
Did this on my own, I got all my keys up, baby
This my home and I got my cash out, racks out, baby your ass out, uh
She let me hit from the back and the shorty attached now, uh
Ooh, let's go
Ah
Uh, look
These niggas pocket watchin' 'cause these niggas is broke, huh
Trap God, I be whippin' the dope up
We not the same, nigga, don't get your hopes up
Pull out the Nina then a nigga get choked up
Feel like Serena, I'm getting these racks on
I'm at Saint Laurent, you be shopping at PacSun
Nigga, I'm rich and you niggas ain't made none
Eight different bodies and it's all on the same gun
He want a problem, but the nigga won't say none
She want a picture with me 'cause she think that I'm famous
I know you got a job but this shit don't pay much
I'm on for perc 30 so I ain't really say much
