Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap to the Grave , by - Boston GeorgeRelease date: 20.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap to the Grave |
| I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe |
| Hope my niggas make it safe, hope my niggas make it safe |
| Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave |
| Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave |
| I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe |
| Hope my niggas make it safe, trap nigga to the grave |
| Came up, nigga fell off |
| Fell off, nigga bounced back |
| When a nigga ain’t got nothin' |
| All he can risk is his fuckin' life |
| Risked mine so many times |
| Cat ain’t got shit on me |
| Heard cats got nine lives |
| I been shot at more than nine times |
| I-10 with a quarter ticket |
| Phone call, yell touchdown |
| Ruth Chriss, yeah stuffed chicken |
| That’s what I call my stash spot |
| Niggas haves and they have nots |
| Sold wholes and the half blocks |
| Came up off the crack rock |
| Bury me on my block |
| Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave |
| Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave |
| I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe |
| Hope my niggas make it safe, trap nigga to the grave |
| Trap nigga to the grave, all of my niggas make play |
| I’m tellin' you pussies behave, or I’m killin' you niggas like AIDS |
| Thirty ounces in the mad room, we be countin' in the mad room |
| Sixteen shots in the calico, I shoot straight as a bow and arrow nigga |
| I had that cluck distributed, servin' the cluckers and users |
| Servin' the smokers and tutors, I get the syrup from Houston |
| I’m just tryna make it safe, boy we dirty, drive straight |
| Two thirty, we ain’t late, two hundred K up in the Wraith |
| Goin' see Thugger Thugger Thugger, we listen to me in the boombox |
| Toody like dad that look ugly, say my lil G, that’s the moonrock |
| Go get it on every street |
| I know the block how I roll |
| When I’m gone make sure some trap niggas carry me |
| Like Boston and Snow nigga |
| Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave |
| Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave |
| I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe |
| Hope my niggas make it safe, trap nigga to the grave |
| Trap nigga to the casket, 95 South with the ratchet |
| Heard them niggas got it but they taxin' |
| Residue all on my hand from baggin' |
| I put pistols in my mattress |
| Quarters come and touched another package |
| Order somethin', bought another mass |
| Whippin' up a half, in the kitchen laughin' |
| My fellows is predicates |
| I don’t mix well with emotions, save that for a therapist |
| All black Suburban, I’m strapped with a turban |
| I swear they gon' think I’m a terrorist |
| Fell in love with the block so I married it |
| Tryna hide you some paper, just bury it |
| This Glock like ID how I carry it |
| 30 and broke, I swear that shit embarrassing |
| Snow in the middle of summer |
| I tinted the rental, go pick up an onion |
| I used to bag up, not feelin' my knuckles |
| I bust down the Rollie, it feel like I’m frontin' |
| No nine to five, I ain’t fillin' out nothin' |
| These smokers out here, they are still in abundance |
| Christian look balanced like twenty-six hundred |
| If they spin the block they gon' get what they wanted |
| We trappers |
| Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave |
| Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave |
| I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe |
| Hope my niggas make it safe, trap nigga to the grave |