Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thank God For The Trap , by - Larry June. Release date: 19.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thank God For The Trap |
| What you know about them nights, nigga? |
| You know I’m sayin'? |
| Ridin' 'round to the neck |
| Mind steady on a check, you know I mean? |
| And bitch, you better come correct, you know I’m sayin'? |
| Numbers, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Wrist dancin' like a motherfuckin' Jabbawockeez |
| I told you that in 2015, right? |
| Numbers |
| I’m tired of this bullshit (Damn), I activate beast mode (Yeah) |
| I wake up early (Man), the money I thug for (Money I thug for) |
| I’m stayin' on my toes, the streets is |
| I stand my ground (Man), and bitch, I’m never nervous |
| Block hot, still got money to make (Money to make) |
| 7.62's jumpin' outta the cake (Ooh, outta the cake) |
| But I maneuver, 'cause nigga, I like money and nice shit (Money and nice shit) |
| My swag is priceless (Man), my bag is righteous |
| You mad I got the bitch (Damn), I’m havin' guap-alich (Yeah) |
| Your bag do not exist (Nah), you |
| and rappin' shit (Yeah) |
| My drawls got horses on it, bitch, stop playin' with me (Playin' with me) |
| Meet me at LV (Check), and bring some bands with you (Bring some bands with you) |
| Don’t check me, check your temperature |
| Head’s so good, she’s a keeper (What's hannin'?) |
| I just tossed the matte on the whip (On the whip) |
| Nigga, twin turbo, don’t trip (Don't trip) |
| I get money, and I’m never on no fuck-boy shit (Man) |
| I make songs for the bad bitches and the real niggas |
| Thank God for the trap, I got rich off my life (Yeah) |
| I’m real city nigga, let me show you how we rock, yeah |
| Healthy ass nigga with a pocket full of check (Check) |
| Real street nigga, slidin' 'round to the neck (Neck) |
| My life really him, bitch, I ain’t gotta flex (Flex) |
| My life really him, bitch, I ain’t gotta flex (Flex) |
| What I look like complainin'? |
| I got it out the mud |
| I’m a real street nigga, it’s just somethin' in my blood |
| When I slide through the town, nigga push Grand Nash (Nash) |
| Run into my nigga Hustle on the Harley hoggin' ass |
| Bitch, I’m 'bout a token, got these hoes hopin' (Hopin') |
| Pussy still sellin', so these hoes still goin' (Goin') |
| Ice man, Ice man, left wrist frozen (Ooh, numbers) |
| Chop by the nightstand, locked, and it’s loaded |
| These niggas is loafin' (Loafin'), never touched a ticket (Never) |
| «Larry, what you doin?» |
| Bitch, I’m on a mission |
| These niggas is emotional and barely gettin' chicken (Chicken) |
| They hatin' (Man), so they get to talkin' on the Twitter (Twitter) |
| I’m not in competition, I like money and bad bitches (Yeah) |
| Tooly with extension in the kitchen for one reason (Yeah) |
| Just in case a nigga try to jack (Try to jack) |
| If the paint wet, the rims gotta match |
| I get money, and I’m never on no fuck boy shit (Man) |
| I make songs for the bad bitches and the real niggas |
| Thank God for the trap, I got rich off my life (Yeah) |
| I’m real city nigga, let me show you how we rock, yeah |
| Healthy ass nigga with a pocket full of check (Check) |
| Real street nigga, slidin' 'round to the neck (Neck) |
| My life really him, bitch, I ain’t gotta flex (Flex) |
| My life really him, bitch, I ain’t gotta flex (Numbers) |