Bitch ima trap god
Rap god
I turned to a monster
Soon as I get singed
I single out all the imposters
Soon as I get rich
I put ya killers in my roster
Soons I took yo bitch
I put cho children in the foster
I ain't wit the iffy shit
No bitch I'm not they father
Make you call me Huston
Cause I think you got a problem
I ain't NLE but baby you can call me choppa
Pull up wit some sticks
N beat cho ass like a pinata
Pumps sticks Glocks
I been told you that I got em
Ion trust thots
I been told you I'm a robber
32 shot I just shot
Where's the coffin
You gon make me start sipping
My tea like I'm from Boston
She gon make me start chopping
These tress shit got me coughing
I pop 2 then pop another 3
I got some problems
2 pistols n gotta an ounce of lean
Inside my joggers
I just flew to la for a meeting wit the dodgers
Ayy what it is young nigga
Yea you know
I be on that mato shit
Ion know what you other niggas be on
But we known to mato
Bitch ima trap god
Rap god
I turned to a monster
Soon as I get singed
I single out all the imposters
Soon as I get rich
I put ya killers in my roster
Soons I took yo bitch
I put cho children in the foster
I ain't wit the iffy shit
No bitch I'm not they father
Make you call me Huston
Cause I think you got a problem
I ain't NLE but baby you can call me choppa
Pull up wit some sticks
N beat cho ass like a pinata
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Bitch ima trap god
Rap god
I turned to a monster
Soon as I get singed
I single out all the imposters
Soon as I get rich
I put ya killers in my roster
Soons I took yo bitch
I put cho children in the foster
I ain't wit the iffy shit
No bitch I'm not they father
Make you call me Huston
Cause I think you got a problem
I ain't NLE but baby you can call me choppa
Pull up wit some sticks
N beat cho ass like a pinata
Pumps sticks Glocks
I been told you that I got em
Ion trust thots
I been told you I'm a robber
32 shot I just shot
Where's the coffin
You gon make me start sipping
My tea like I'm from Boston
She gon make me start chopping
These tress shit got me coughing
I pop 2 then pop another 3
I got some problems
2 pistols n gotta an ounce of lean
Inside my joggers
I just flew to la for a meeting wit the dodgers
Ayy what it is young nigga
Yea you know
I be on that mato shit
Ion know what you other niggas be on
But we known to mato
Bitch ima trap god
Rap god
I turned to a monster
Soon as I get singed
I single out all the imposters
Soon as I get rich
I put ya killers in my roster
Soons I took yo bitch
I put cho children in the foster
I ain't wit the iffy shit
No bitch I'm not they father
Make you call me Huston
Cause I think you got a problem
I ain't NLE but baby you can call me choppa
Pull up wit some sticks
N beat cho ass like a pinata
Rap god
I turned to a monster
Soon as I get singed
I single out all the imposters
Soon as I get rich
I put ya killers in my roster
Soons I took yo bitch
I put cho children in the foster
I ain't wit the iffy shit
No bitch I'm not they father
Make you call me Huston
Cause I think you got a problem
I ain't NLE but baby you can call me choppa
Pull up wit some sticks
N beat cho ass like a pinata
Pumps sticks Glocks
I been told you that I got em
Ion trust thots
I been told you I'm a robber
32 shot I just shot
Where's the coffin
You gon make me start sipping
My tea like I'm from Boston
She gon make me start chopping
These tress shit got me coughing
I pop 2 then pop another 3
I got some problems
2 pistols n gotta an ounce of lean
Inside my joggers
I just flew to la for a meeting wit the dodgers
Ayy what it is young nigga
Yea you know
I be on that mato shit
Ion know what you other niggas be on
But we known to mato
Bitch ima trap god
Rap god
I turned to a monster
Soon as I get singed
I single out all the imposters
Soon as I get rich
I put ya killers in my roster
Soons I took yo bitch
I put cho children in the foster
I ain't wit the iffy shit
No bitch I'm not they father
Make you call me Huston
Cause I think you got a problem
I ain't NLE but baby you can call me choppa
Pull up wit some sticks
N beat cho ass like a pinata
Writer: Matthew Jimenez
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