Album: Diary Of A Trap God
(Hook x2)
Show a little young nigga some, I can show little young nigga some
Show a little young nigga some, I can show little young nigga some
I can fund a young nigga, got 100 young niggas
That’s 100 young niggas getting money
Well come hang with my young niggas, OG’s ain’t why I’m here
(Verse)
Jackpot, trap spot, crack rock, dues pot
Too hot, 2Pac, rob you wit yo own Glock
Blue watch, blue draw, with no top I’m so hot
All my shows sold out, my bitch got her toes out
Ten stripper seven now the team got so many shots
A nigga got a lock, I need to send a bitch a green dot
She feeling like a codeine fiend when the lean hot
All my lean jacket pine, buy or bring that clean out
I got big old diamond rings, man they look just like wedding rings
Hold another up, you’s a runnerup trap king
A bird brain nigga go for anything, anything
Air heads, butterfly, ice cream, ice cream
But you can’t throw piss on me, say it’s lemonade
And you ain’t fooling, I know that chain Fugazzi
I’m being under you so call me it’s yo lucky day
I’m sucka free, don’t need no suckas round me anyway
It’s Guwop!
(Hook x2)
Show a little young nigga some, I can show little young nigga some
Show a little young nigga some, I can show little young nigga some
I can fund a young nigga, got 100 young niggas
That’s 100 young niggas getting money
Well come hang with my young niggas, OG’s ain’t why I’m here
(Verse)
My mother sold dope, grandma yay
My favorite uncle go and he still smoke yay
I sold my uncle dope to dub on his chick date
I know it’s wrong, I pun this ID like the next J
I’m smoking weed, I’m tryna forget a couple court dates
Gorilla out of jail turned into a cupcake
Put a word out, a nigga get his cake baked
I told my niggas run a G on yo ante
Gucci got a lot of G’s on me VVV
It’s 2013, I’m still so icy
I heard tippin G’s say that they don’t like me
Red bottom Gucci nigga do it just like dyke
(Hook x2)
Show a little young nigga some, I can show little young nigga some
Show a little young nigga some, I can show little young nigga some
I can fund a young nigga, got 100 young niggas
That’s 100 young niggas getting money
Well come hang with my young niggas, OG’s ain’t why I’m here
(Verse)
If you think leather ain’t gold
Like aces and Rollies
It’s not a diss but take my Gucci clothes off and I’m Gucci still
I can’t stop hustling still my mom live where Oprah live
I used to drive by and wish I live like Holyfield
And fuck Dr. Phil, is he bringing up the besil
They say I’m bipolar but my diamonds they sure live
Your favorite rapper pussy and his shooter’s bisexual
If you can’t count I’m nearly 100, don’t say you want my living bro
Then call me trap god, I’m a man, a god
I was still a trap god at the traveller’s lodge
At the gofe nice in all the icano large
I cut my diamonds like jumbo now, labels dope so hard
(Hook x2)
Show a little young nigga some, I can show little young nigga some
Show a little young nigga some, I can show little young nigga some
I can fund a young nigga, got 100 young niggas
That’s 100 young niggas getting money
Well come hang with my young niggas, OG’s ain’t why I’m here