TRAP GOD (feat. Baby Chessz & NuelleBeats)

Smoke me a blunt
That's my baby chessz
Skrrr

Can't show you my pain most of them are hid inside
It's hard to fall in love w all this money on my mind
Said I love you, yes I know I did I lied
I wanted to make it work
I did I tried
Life is critical fight my demons physical
You might not like my way keep it magical (keep it)
All the way up from the gutter
Can't forget I used to stutter
Me and my gang on dope
Munch toast wash with soap

Louis on me gucci on me
Bad and boujee
Trap on keys
Brand new life new friends
New girls new sex
Trapping songs no stress
You want new money Yes yes

On god On God
Hello to the trap god
On god On God
Hello to the trap god
On god On God
Hello to the trap god
On god On God
Hell to the trap god
On god On God

Hello hello
Hello to the trap god
See I'm rocking Tom Ford
Mandem moving ruthless
And your dawgs they fucking toothless

Active
Now they got TRIGG pon the tracklist
Issa mad ting
Practice
But I dey lodge with biiches doing matrix
Run up your town with big Chessz
Money dey the bag no be small chesse
Loud in the benz, we dey blow tress
Pose for a pic, Oya say chesse
Shey you dig that?
Call up a chick with big back
Make she twerk that
Me I want data
But I no go lie be like hunchback
Gimme contact

On god On God
Hello to the trap god
On god On God
Hello to the trap god
On god On God
Hello to the trap god
On god On God
Hell to the trap god
On god On God
Hello to the trap god

Eeeeh



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Uchea
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