Lyrics Trap God - Gucci Mane

Trap God

I’m just havin' fun, my old flow was from Michigan
My life a lavish one, I touch down cold like Michigan
Brush you off, switch the gun, my jits went on a blickathon
We havin' navy guns, my trap look like the Pentagon (Wop)
Trap look like a Dixie Queen, can’t talk if you ain’t give fifteen
I’m so icy, 1017, I’m fresh just like some listerine
This chain right here a fifty piece, the pendant too, this fifty each
These niggas can’t even sit with me, these bitches wanna get with me
Exotic 'bow a four-for-four, you get thirteen, you get three more
You play with us, we up the score, I should’ve been on Traphouse 4
Bitch, I’m the shit just like commode, look at this drip all on my clothes
Look at this shit stick to the bowl, I’m 'bout to break my wrist for sure, hey
Trap look like it’s jumpin', I just ran up on a junkie (I did)
I can’t serve no onions, you ain’t pull up with no money
This shake cost fifteen hundred, I finessed for thirteen-twenty
They say bigger the wrist, bigger the lick, go get some money, hey (BigWalkDog)
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)