Testo Trap Gawd

Like the real trap god
And I ain't talkin' bout rap
I'm talkin' bout 7 days straight in the trap without bathing
Fuck this industry the streets still pay me
Went down, I'm back up again
Yellow tape up again
Came up, went down, now we back up again
The whole mall, yeah we in there
[Verse 1: Big Bank Black]
Started off with a quarter slab
Yeah I did it all on Mason Ave
Run the cars with a big ol' pistol
Big ol' bar, get your shit stripped nigga
Edwood where I was raised at
Duct tape, yeah I made that
Play pussy, get fucked nigga
I gives a fuck about a fuck nigga
Fuck a luck, I want a buck nigga
Fuck them ducks, shoot 'em up nigga
Send them dogs, spray them cats up
The whole city really masked up
Lord knows I'm gettin' this cake up Tell these pussy niggas wake up
It's a real nigga season, I got guap with me
Money counter [?] we screamin' fuck them niggas
Pussy

[Chorus]
Like the real trap god
And I ain't talkin' bout rap
I'm talkin' bout 7 days straight in the trap without bathing
Fuck this industry the streets still pay me
Went down, I'm back up again
Yellow tape up again
Came up, went down, now we back up again
The whole mall, yeah we in there

[Verse 2: Guap]
Young money counter went to Mars nigga
Fuck this rap I got this shit up out the block nigga
I'm in the booth with a 20 on
Bank said [?]
[?] got a nigga straight
You rat niggas so fake
Trap God of the North nigga
Got 50 bags at the loft nigga
Young money counter, I'm the boss nigga
[?]
I duct tape [?]
Ride away 'til the shit slap

[Chorus]
Like the real trap god
And I ain't talkin' bout rap
I'm talkin' bout 7 days straight in the trap without bathing
Fuck this industry the streets still pay me
Went down, I'm back up again
Yellow tape up again
Came up, went down, now we back up again
The whole mall, yeah we in there