Hollywood Undead - Trap God lyrics
Hollywood Undead [J-Dog, Funny Man, Johnny 3 Tears, Charlie Scene, Danny] LA, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hollywood Undead - Trap God lyrics]
Yeah smoke 'em if you got 'em, motherfuckers
Undead gang, gang, gang
Now go tell everybody that hate us, yeah
I got these fucking habit's, if it's green
Just let me have it
Watch 'em run, jackrabbit's
(C'mon) , 44, just let me pack it
Got that dove and that grenade
Renegades of the game (Ha)
Check your pulse, motherfucker
(Fuck) , no, we are not the same (Ha)
'Cause we can chop-chop all that white
Up in the chop shop
Dumping out the drop-top, g-g-got
These bitches jumping, hopscotch
Trap gods
And we got everything you'll ever need
That's 818, that's 310, 405, that's 323
Burn it down
'Til it's raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
(Bitch, burn it down)
'Til it's raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god
It's going down like Skynyrd's plane
I-in a pain it's painted black
This ain't a act to entertain (You)
Category six, lo-love is disastrous
Pour the gasoline
(Ha) , light up the matches (Ha)
Question everything, don't trust a smile
(No, no, no) this is FM radio
Don't touch that fucking dial
Burn it down
'Til it's raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
(Bitch, burn it down)
'Til it's raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god
Re-up and blast off 'cause we never act soft
Get beat up in slapbox 'cause
I'll break that ass off
Yeah, we keep this block hot
So run when we pop shots
We heat up this hotbox and
Pray to the trap gods
Like a real rock star (yeah)
I'm a real trap god (Trap god)
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god (Trap god)
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god (Trap god)
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god
Undead gang, gang, gang
Now go tell everybody that hate us, yeah
I got these fucking habit's, if it's green
Just let me have it
Watch 'em run, jackrabbit's
(C'mon) , 44, just let me pack it
Got that dove and that grenade
Renegades of the game (Ha)
Check your pulse, motherfucker
(Fuck) , no, we are not the same (Ha)
'Cause we can chop-chop all that white
Up in the chop shop
Dumping out the drop-top, g-g-got
These bitches jumping, hopscotch
Trap gods
And we got everything you'll ever need
That's 818, that's 310, 405, that's 323
Burn it down
'Til it's raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
(Bitch, burn it down)
'Til it's raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god
It's going down like Skynyrd's plane
I-in a pain it's painted black
This ain't a act to entertain (You)
Category six, lo-love is disastrous
Pour the gasoline
(Ha) , light up the matches (Ha)
Question everything, don't trust a smile
(No, no, no) this is FM radio
Don't touch that fucking dial
Burn it down
'Til it's raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
(Bitch, burn it down)
'Til it's raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god
Re-up and blast off 'cause we never act soft
Get beat up in slapbox 'cause
I'll break that ass off
Yeah, we keep this block hot
So run when we pop shots
We heat up this hotbox and
Pray to the trap gods
Like a real rock star (yeah)
I'm a real trap god (Trap god)
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god (Trap god)
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god (Trap god)
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up
I'm a real trap god