Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap N*ggas , by - Future. Release date: 16.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap N*ggas |
| Times getting hard but a nigga still gettin' it |
| Young rich niggas, in this motherfucker, huh |
| When you wake up before you brush your teeth |
| You grab your strap, nigga |
| Only time you get down on your knees |
| Shooting craps, nigga |
| Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| When you wake up before you brush your teeth |
| You grab your strap, nigga |
| Only time you get down on your knees |
| Shooting craps, nigga |
| Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| Weighed 1008 grams on the scale |
| I got a lower case T across my chest |
| Your crack house doin' numbers then you blessed |
| You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects |
| It’s so much alcohol and kush on my breath |
| We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug |
| A few bean pies stashed in the trunk |
| Shoot dice all day and sell dust |
| You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust |
| Told yourself a million times, you don’t give a fuck |
| Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut |
| Sold over a million dimes, I don’t give a fuck |
| What? |
| When you wake up before you brush your teeth |
| You grab your strap, nigga |
| Only time you get down on your knees |
| Shooting craps, nigga |
| Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| When you wake up before you brush your teeth |
| You grab your strap, nigga |
| Only time you get down on your knees |
| Shooting craps, nigga |
| Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| Hasta Ia-la-uego wake up with that Glock, okay though |
| Stash the dope inside a Winnebago in Decatur |
| You got your work, you posted up in the hood Bodega |
| Lil' woadie loading up that yopper before he brush his teeth |
| Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese |
| We on the turf, getting active on the backstreet |
| I’m drinkin' Actavis, the only thing that relax me |
| I’m on drugs, every single day I pop a seal |
| We talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a deal |
| You pull up round here, they serve you here to Dixie Hills |
| You hit Old Nat, I know on Godby you’ll see a trap house |
| Gotta cock it back, out here this shit wid-ild |
| When you wake up before you brush your teeth |
| You grab your strap, nigga |
| Only time you get down on your knees |
| Shooting craps, nigga |
| Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| When you wake up before you brush your teeth |
| You grab your strap, nigga |
| Only time you get down on your knees |
| Shooting craps, nigga |
| Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| God blessin' all the trap niggas |
| You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust |
| Told yourself a million times, you don’t give a fuck |
| Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut |
| Sold over a million dimes, I don’t give a fuck |
| What? |