Future - Trap Niggas Songtexte

Times been hard but a nigga still gettin' it
Young rich niggas, rich motherfucker



When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting crack, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas



Weighed 1008 grams on the spot
I got a lower case T across my chest
The crack house doin' numbers then you blessed
You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects
It's so much alcohol and kush on my breath
We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug
A few beef pies stashed in the trunk
Shoot dice out there, sell dust
You loaded, know they talkin' shit, you gone bust
Call yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck
Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck
What?




I (?) where go, where they go, where they Glock on (?)
Stash the dope inside a Winnibago in the Cado
He got your work, he posted up in the little Bodago
No more (?) on that yopper before (?) brush your teeth
Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese
We on the (?), active on the backstreet
I'm drinkin' Actavis, the only thing that relax me
I'm on drugs, every single day I pop a seal
We talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a deal
You pull up round here, they serve you here to Dixon Hill
You hit on (?) on (?) trap house
Gotta cock it back, gotta hit it shit without




You loaded, know they talkin' shit, you gone bust
Call yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck
Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck
What?
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