Been f*cking with the nigga mentally
That's my higher self
You can't get to me
Yea I'm to hard for them to track my movements
Now f*ck with me
I ain't never made cash that was legal
On my own
Got a trap phone
Now I'm selling some
For the very low
And for the O.G's
They my f*cking bros
Alright listen
I'm a trap god
I'm back to that
Don't believe me
Better step back
BB gun
To his f*cking head
Say it's real
Now I got his bread
Not no real strap
But now they know that I'm f*cking back
Yea
The real of trap
Selling a whole lot of shit
Just to get my cash up
You know that's my bro
Nigga back up
I ain't f*cking with no bitch ass nigga who a try hard
It don't add up
Move on nigga
I'm a move on nigga
Or should I say I'm on the move little nigga
Move little nigga
If the rap shit don't work out
What am I going to do when I get older cause you know I'm a move out
Out of my mom crib
Live my own shit
Do my own shit
Uh ugh
Do my own shit
Live my own shit
Do my own shit
Uh ugh
I guess I'll go back to the jug
Make some cash doing hood shit
Remember when my neighborhood used to be the hood for little kids
Shit used to be so simple now niggas call me a drug addict
It don't bother me alright maybe a little
It's just so ignorant
How they ride my dick like I am a dildo like bitch damn
I got feelings too
Might not show it but a nigga got the feelings too
But ion want no boo
But if i were to get me a boo
I want a bitch who go ride for who
Me nigga
That's on me nigga
Making friends as I go
Ion need a bitch nigga
I can live on my own
Ion need me a bitch
I need me the cash
I need me a bag
Ion need no bitch
All these hoes make me sick
Ridding round with a stick
Ridding round with a clip dick
Been f*cking with the nigga mentally
That's my higher self
You can't get to me
Yea I'm to hard for them to track my movements
Now f*ck with me
I ain't never made cash that was legal
On my own
Got a trap phone
Now I'm selling some
For the very low
And for the O.G's
They my f*cking bros
Alright listen
I'm a trap god
I'm back to that
Don't believe me
Better step back
BB gun
To his f*cking head
Say it's real
Now I got his bread
Not no real strap
But now they know that I'm f*cking back
Yea
The real of trap
Big Gwaup - Trap God Lyrics
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English
Been f*cking with the nigga mentally
That's my higher self
You can't get to me
Yea I'm to hard for them to track my movements
Now f*ck with me
I ain't never made cash that was legal
On my own
Got a trap phone
Now I'm selling some
For the very low
And for the O.G's
They my f*cking bros
Alright listen
I'm a trap god
I'm back to that
Don't believe me
Better step back
BB gun
To his f*cking head
Say it's real
Now I got his bread
Not no real strap
But now they know that I'm f*cking back
Yea
The real of trap
Selling a whole lot of shit
Just to get my cash up
You know that's my bro
Nigga back up
I ain't f*cking with no bitch ass nigga who a try hard
It don't add up
Move on nigga
I'm a move on nigga
Or should I say I'm on the move little nigga
Move little nigga
If the rap shit don't work out
What am I going to do when I get older cause you know I'm a move out
Out of my mom crib
Live my own shit
Do my own shit
Uh ugh
Do my own shit
Live my own shit
Do my own shit
Uh ugh
I guess I'll go back to the jug
Make some cash doing hood shit
Remember when my neighborhood used to be the hood for little kids
Shit used to be so simple now niggas call me a drug addict
It don't bother me alright maybe a little
It's just so ignorant
How they ride my dick like I am a dildo like bitch damn
I got feelings too
Might not show it but a nigga got the feelings too
But ion want no boo
But if i were to get me a boo
I want a bitch who go ride for who
Me nigga
That's on me nigga
Making friends as I go
Ion need a bitch nigga
I can live on my own
Ion need me a bitch
I need me the cash
I need me a bag
Ion need no bitch
All these hoes make me sick
Ridding round with a stick
Ridding round with a clip dick
Been f*cking with the nigga mentally
That's my higher self
You can't get to me
Yea I'm to hard for them to track my movements
Now f*ck with me
I ain't never made cash that was legal
On my own
Got a trap phone
Now I'm selling some
For the very low
And for the O.G's
They my f*cking bros
Alright listen
I'm a trap god
I'm back to that
Don't believe me
Better step back
BB gun
To his f*cking head
Say it's real
Now I got his bread
Not no real strap
But now they know that I'm f*cking back
Yea
The real of trap
That's my higher self
You can't get to me
Yea I'm to hard for them to track my movements
Now f*ck with me
I ain't never made cash that was legal
On my own
Got a trap phone
Now I'm selling some
For the very low
And for the O.G's
They my f*cking bros
Alright listen
I'm a trap god
I'm back to that
Don't believe me
Better step back
BB gun
To his f*cking head
Say it's real
Now I got his bread
Not no real strap
But now they know that I'm f*cking back
Yea
The real of trap
Selling a whole lot of shit
Just to get my cash up
You know that's my bro
Nigga back up
I ain't f*cking with no bitch ass nigga who a try hard
It don't add up
Move on nigga
I'm a move on nigga
Or should I say I'm on the move little nigga
Move little nigga
If the rap shit don't work out
What am I going to do when I get older cause you know I'm a move out
Out of my mom crib
Live my own shit
Do my own shit
Uh ugh
Do my own shit
Live my own shit
Do my own shit
Uh ugh
I guess I'll go back to the jug
Make some cash doing hood shit
Remember when my neighborhood used to be the hood for little kids
Shit used to be so simple now niggas call me a drug addict
It don't bother me alright maybe a little
It's just so ignorant
How they ride my dick like I am a dildo like bitch damn
I got feelings too
Might not show it but a nigga got the feelings too
But ion want no boo
But if i were to get me a boo
I want a bitch who go ride for who
Me nigga
That's on me nigga
Making friends as I go
Ion need a bitch nigga
I can live on my own
Ion need me a bitch
I need me the cash
I need me a bag
Ion need no bitch
All these hoes make me sick
Ridding round with a stick
Ridding round with a clip dick
Been f*cking with the nigga mentally
That's my higher self
You can't get to me
Yea I'm to hard for them to track my movements
Now f*ck with me
I ain't never made cash that was legal
On my own
Got a trap phone
Now I'm selling some
For the very low
And for the O.G's
They my f*cking bros
Alright listen
I'm a trap god
I'm back to that
Don't believe me
Better step back
BB gun
To his f*cking head
Say it's real
Now I got his bread
Not no real strap
But now they know that I'm f*cking back
Yea
The real of trap
Writer: Big Gwaup
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