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Millyz - Trapgod Lyrics

TRAPGOD Lyrics[Intro: Rob49]
Yeah
We in NY with the vibes right now, know what I'm sayin'? (Simo Fre just killed it)
Biggest in it, uh
(Damn, my bad)

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, T-Man caught a case, Buck caught a case, I caught a case
I was ridin' through the whole city in a stolen Benz with D and Zay (Yeah)
Huh, you don't keep it P, bitch, beat your feature, freaky, beat your face
Been a fuckin' trap god since seventeen, ten P's a day (Yeah)
I take hella killers in the trenches, fuck a Richard (Hoo)
He seen his dog die and ain't get busy? I don't feel him
I'm just smilin', show these diamonds in my mouth, they think I'm friendly
The reason I don't talk about hats on thеse songs it's 'cause we who did it (Woo)
Yеah, landlord kicked us out, we ain't have no money to pay that tenant
I know niggas who out here tryna start beef 'bout hoes 'cause niggas finished (Woo)

[Verse 1: Millyz & Rob49]
Yeah, I ain't never cared to go check up on the score 'cause we was winnin' (Alright)
Black to turn the stizzy in it, you know this bitch ain't rented (Ah)
I'm locked in with the soldiers 'cross the map like I'm lieutenant (Yeah)
All this water on my neck, it's sixty bands just on this pendant (Yeah)
When I pop out, we can't help but take they hoes, know they offended (I know)
My lil' bro so bloodthirsty, tell him score every time they bend (Yeah)
Slide around with a thirty on me, fifty pack, we get into that
Real player, won't scrimmage that, lose his bitch, he won't get her back
Fifty hoes in the five star hotel, shit, we invented that
If it's war, then we spinnin' that (Yeah)
Tell him, "Aim where his fitted at" (Rrah)
Fuck her by the window, we ain't fuckin' under covers (No)
So much motion, I was just fuckin' her, now I'm fuckin' on her cousin
Feel like Makaveli, we thuggin' (2Pac)
Two Glocks, we in public (Yeah)
Off a ten set, don't rush it (I know)
That pussy rainin', I feel like Usher

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, T-Man caught a case, Buck caught a case, I caught a case
I was ridin' through the whole city in a stolen Benz with D and Zay (Yeah)
Huh, you don't keep it P, bitch, beat your feature, freaky, beat your face
Been a fuckin' trap god since seventeen, ten P's a day (Yeah)
I take hella killers in the trenches, fuck a Richard (Hoo)
He seen his dog die and ain't get busy? I don't feel him
I'm just smilin', show these diamonds in my mouth, they think I'm friendly
The reason I don't talk about hats on these songs it's 'cause we who did it (Woo)

[Verse 2: Moskino]
I been a fuckin' junky since I was twelve, now I got drugs to sell
Me and Wop flew back with the whole fifty, nigga, ain't fuckin' with the mail
NFL like Steve McNair, country boy, Mississippi, tryna spend a twenty
Me and Baby plot, cuttin' up the Whitney, he bangin' Rollin 60
Most get drugs off Coney, my lil' soldiers armed and wanted
They smoke they dope in the mornin' and make they earnin' bendin' corners
I put my lil' brother on, he movin' pounds, it's fuckin' with my concious
Get high, yeah, my favorite lesson learned from my mama (Woo)

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Trap spot super heavy
Baggies in my face, sweat
Lost a couple pounds and got it back, but those is weightless (Right back)
Feel better gettin' head knowin' you got babe blessed (Right back)
49 and Blanco, ain't no cap money like Mayweather
Dope fiends dancin' off a sample
Homie died, the birds flew off a smoker, picked up a candle (Uh)
'Cause the lighter stim
Losin' attitude, but every now or never, I can win (I might)
Smack ya smile off, niggas'll wipe ya grin
Everywhere I go, she there
Flyer, poster, know we there (Right there)
Rookie year, I came in with like eight, that was my Kobe year (God bless)
If I'm in New Orleans, camouflage, put on my soldier gear (Uh)
Feds tryna knock down all the pins, but ain't no bowling here

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, T-Man caught a case, Buck caught a case, I caught a case
I was ridin' through the whole city in a stolen Benz with D and Zay (Yeah)
Huh, you don't keep it P, bitch, beat your feature, freaky, beat your face
Been a fuckin' trap god since seventeen, ten P's a day (Yeah)
I take hella killers in the trenches, fuck a Richard (Hoo)
He seen his dog die and ain't get busy? I don't feel him
I'm just smilin', show these diamonds in my mouth, they think I'm friendly
The reason I don't talk about hats on these songs it's 'cause we who did it