Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap God , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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.) |