Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prayers to the Trap God, artist - Roddy Ricch. Album song Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Prayers to the Trap God |
Heart beatin', my mind racin' up |
You can hear the screams and sirens in the cut |
Out of the trap for |
See a copper, gotta trap |
That’s why I got the .9 in my pocket for |
Got the drop before he kickin' down the door |
For some Christian Dior, we was 'bout to send a hunnid packs through your |
neighborhood |
If it get trapped, I knew my baby would |
I never knew I would have to face the music |
I know they gon' bum rush us, restless |
We gotta keep on movin', I got introduced to slangin' and I keep on choosin' it |
I see the helicopters movin' in |
I thought if you took a loss, you just lose to win |
Crawlin' on the floor, tryna get to the door |
Flush it down the toilet 'fore they get me with the four |
They did a whole sweep, couldn’t even go to sleep |
A lot of my family members got got |
My uncle looked the police in his eyes and he got shot |
Tell me how that make you feel, fake or real? |
I’m about to chase a bil', fuck a mil', yeah |
She wanna ride my dick like a stallion |
She just wanna pop a X like Malcolm |
I got family that’s addicts, I got family that’s drug dealers |
I got family that’s murderers, I got family that love niggas |
And family important, you just gotta embrace it |
Like your dawg could be poor and it just depend what you make it with |
I was watchin' Family Guy when the police raided, hmm |
A trap full of juugin' ass suits, that shit was crazy, damn |
How I’ma have my baby? |
If I’m stuck in the fence at 19 with 25 in a day |
You only eatin' three times a day |
You gotta save up, put a rock on her finger, that’s the only time she gon' stay |
I’ve been tryna pray to the trap god |
(Trap god, god), hope he listen (Yeah, yeah) |
I’ve been tryna pray to the trap god (Trap god) |
Hope it wasn’t no witnesses |