IDK — God Said Trap (King Trappy III)
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My life been on a better tip ever since I been selling that pack
I wonder how much better it would get if I cooked up crack
I could sell a O of the green in a week and a half
Imagine if that shit was white, hmm… let me do the math
I’ma pull up in an Audi when I push that powder (Doo-doo)
Push the button, start it up, if po-po come, I’m outty (Woo-woo)
If a nigga come up shorty on my re-up money (Bang), murk ’em
Don’t you ever doubt me, all my niggas rowdy, all my niggas rowdy, ooh
All my niggas whip that arm and hammer, all ’em armed with hammers (What? What?)
Fuck with me they make you disappear, alaka-kazam ya
Jugging for my niggas in the jammer if I hear you tellin’ (What?)
Put some money on my nigga books, leave your body smelling (Alright)
Shaq with the free-throw, I got the bricks (Ayy)
And if the judge try to bargain, I plead the fifth (Ayy)
And if I win, I ain’t stoppin’, DA, I’m sorry (What? What?)
I’m flipping work ’til my Audi turn to a ‘Rari
If you need that coke, it’s right here (Gimme that)
If you need that dope, it’s right here (Gimme that)
If you need that weed, it’s right here (Gimme that)
That PCP, it’s right here (Gimme that)
If you need that lean, it’s right here (Gimme that)
If you need a pound, it’s right here (Gimme that)
Your connect got a drought I’m right here (Gimme that)
I could buy a brick for a dollar, on God (On God)
I’m getting money every time I’m in the streets
My nigga, it’s a lituation, on God (On God)
And every time I sell a OZ or a key
Got a choppa that’ll lay you down, on God (On God)
And I can show you if you niggas wan’ see
My nigga, it’s a celebration, on God (On God)
Every time we beat the case and get released (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yesterday my homie pulled up in his brand new Honda Accord (Honda Accord)
He seen a Porsche that his credit said he couldn’t afford (He couldn’t afford)
What is a dream that you see but you ain’t working towards?
Part of the speech that I gave him when I fronted him four (Bricks)
Kilos of the blow-blow, cut it down, cook it up
That’ll make ocho triple-oh-oh
Eighty racks, bring it back, buy his own key, I ain’t gotta sell shit
Yeah, that’s the way the game go
So, that’s more dough than he started with (Yup)
And that’s enough dough to buy him a new whip (Alright)
And if he stack up, he gon’ buy a new crib
Meanwhile, I’m sitting here getting so rich
Goddamn it this the shit (Alright), Goddamn it this life (Alright)
I ain’t gotta think twice
My nigga, I’m good (Alright), and every time I juug (Alright)
I eat steak with the rice
Silver spoon for the kids (Yeah), a dream wedding for the wife (Yeah)
The only thing that I risk is that shit looking like
Nino, New Jack, when they hopped out the van
With that strap, blap, blap
I keep saying I’ma stop someday
Girlfriend saying I’ma get caught one day
I can’t stop ’til I get what I want, okay
Only problem is my wants never go away
I want more cars, more clothes, more hoes
And that requires more blow
And if I stop then it’s repos, foreclose, fuck that
I need a mill’, man, so where the coke and the pills at?
If you need that coke, it’s right here (Gimme that)
If you need that dope, it’s right here (Gimme that)
If you need that weed, it’s right here (Gimme that)
That PCP, it’s right here (Gimme that)
If you need that lean, it’s right here (Gimme that)
If you need a pound, it’s right here (Gimme that)
Your connect got a drought I’m right here (Gimme that)
I could buy a brick for a dollar, on God (On God)
I’m getting money every time I’m in the streets
My nigga, it’s a lituation, on God (On God)
And every time I sell a OZ or a key
Got a choppa that’ll lay you down, on God (On God)
And I can show you if you niggas wan’ see
My nigga, it’s a celebration, on God (On God)
Every time we beat the case and get released (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Southside (Yeah), Westside (Yeah), Northside (Woo)
All the money comes to me when you get high
Eastside, (Yeah), three-side (Yeah), worldwide (Woo)
If you hustle on my streets, better pay tithes
Whip that (Lord), flip that (Lord), get back
When the re-up comes, we gon’ spend stacks
Southside (Lord), Westside (Lord), Northside
When it’s time to take my spot, they gon’
Bitch-ass nigga
Ayo, check the trunk for the work
Aight
