Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thank God For The Trap, artist - Larry June.
Date of issue: 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) |