Gucci Mane, BigWalkDog - Trap God lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Gucci Mane, BigWalkDog - Trap God lyrics]
(Honorable CNOTE) go
Trap God, started this trap shit
You need to thank me (Yup)
Lil' knucklehead, Sun Valley youngster
Mama tried to spank me (Mama)
My youngster shot somebody up
Guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage
Guess we done left 'em stankin' (Yeah)
Niggas get some liquid courage when
They get to drinkin' (Drinkin')
His brains scattered on the dashboard
Now we see what he thinkin' (Yeah)
Must thought I was a ho or somethin'
That's what he get for thinkin' (Ho)
Better off tryna rob a bank or somethin'
I call that wishful thinkin' (Well, damn)
Please don't take another step
My G's gon' get to blankin' (My G's)
DOA, his mama heard the news
And went to faintin' (Damn)
Breaking news, we put him on the news
We made him famous (Famous)
Please proceed with caution
Gucci Mane them armed and dangerous
(And dangerous) i hangout with felons
We don't never talk to strangers (No)
It's Big 1-0-1-7 and I keep
One in the chamber (1-0-1-7)
Lot of niggas angry that my
Cash went up a level (A level)
Unbury money every day, I need another shovel
(It's dirty)
It's an angel on my shoulder and
A devil on the other one (A demon)
Turn wives into widows and my
Gun can kill an elephant (Well, damn)
I feel like a president
Dude suck dick like Joe Biden's son
(Joe Biden)
Don't play me, play with your kids, don't
Have one, go and have you one, uh
(Hah) i'm just havin' fun
My old flow was from Michigan
My life a lavish one
I touch down cold like Michigan
Brush you off, switch the gun
My jit's went on a blickathon
We havin' navy guns
My trap look like the Pentagon (Wop)
Trap look like a Dixie Queen
Can't talk if you ain't give fifteen
I'm so icy, 1017
I'm fresh just like some listerine
This chain right here a fifty
Piece, the pendant too, this fifty each
These niggas can't even sit with me
These bitches wanna get with me
Exotic 'bow a four-for-four
You get thirteen, you get three more
You play with us, we up the score
I should've been on Traphouse 4
Bitch, I'm the shit just like commode
Look at this drip all on my clothes
Look at this shit stick to the bowl, I'm
'bout to break my wrist for sure, hey
Trap look like it's jumpin'
I just ran up on a junkie (I did)
I can't serve no onions
You ain't pull up with no money
This shake cost fifteen hundred
I finessed for thirteen-twenty
They say bigger the wrist, bigger the
Lick, go get some money, hey
(BigWalkDog)
Trap God, started this trap shit
You need to thank me (Yup)
Lil' knucklehead, Sun Valley youngster
Mama tried to spank me (Mama)
My youngster shot somebody up
Guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage
Guess we done left 'em stankin' (Yeah)
Niggas get some liquid courage when
They get to drinkin' (Drinkin')
His brains scattered on the dashboard
Now we see what he thinkin' (Yeah)
Must thought I was a ho or somethin'
That's what he get for thinkin' (Ho)
Better off tryna rob a bank or somethin'
I call that wishful thinkin' (Well, damn)
Please don't take another step
My G's gon' get to blankin' (My G's)
DOA, his mama heard the news
And went to faintin' (Damn)
Breaking news, we put him on the news
We made him famous (Famous)
Please proceed with caution
Gucci Mane them armed and dangerous
(And dangerous) i hangout with felons
We don't never talk to strangers (No)
It's Big 1-0-1-7 and I keep
One in the chamber (1-0-1-7)
Lot of niggas angry that my
Cash went up a level (A level)
Unbury money every day, I need another shovel
(It's dirty)
It's an angel on my shoulder and
A devil on the other one (A demon)
Turn wives into widows and my
Gun can kill an elephant (Well, damn)
I feel like a president
Dude suck dick like Joe Biden's son
(Joe Biden)
Don't play me, play with your kids, don't
Have one, go and have you one, uh
(Hah) i'm just havin' fun
My old flow was from Michigan
My life a lavish one
I touch down cold like Michigan
Brush you off, switch the gun
My jit's went on a blickathon
We havin' navy guns
My trap look like the Pentagon (Wop)
Trap look like a Dixie Queen
Can't talk if you ain't give fifteen
I'm so icy, 1017
I'm fresh just like some listerine
This chain right here a fifty
Piece, the pendant too, this fifty each
These niggas can't even sit with me
These bitches wanna get with me
Exotic 'bow a four-for-four
You get thirteen, you get three more
You play with us, we up the score
I should've been on Traphouse 4
Bitch, I'm the shit just like commode
Look at this drip all on my clothes
Look at this shit stick to the bowl, I'm
'bout to break my wrist for sure, hey
Trap look like it's jumpin'
I just ran up on a junkie (I did)
I can't serve no onions
You ain't pull up with no money
This shake cost fifteen hundred
I finessed for thirteen-twenty
They say bigger the wrist, bigger the
Lick, go get some money, hey
(BigWalkDog)