Trap God (Explicit)

作曲 : Jorel Decker/Dylan Alvarez/Daniel Murillo/Michael Futterer/Andrew Migliore

I got these ****ing habits, if it's green, just let me have i

Watch 'em run, jackrabbits, .44, just let me pack it

Yeah, that dove and that grenade, renegades of the day

Check your pulse, mother****er, no, we are not the sam

'Cause we can chop chop all that white up in the chop shop

Doping out the drop top, got these ****ers jumping hopscotc

Trap gods, and we got everything you'll ever need

That's 818, that's 310, 405, that's 323

Burn it down

Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground

Hotel Kalifornia (Burn shit to the ground)

Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground

Like a real rockstar

I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god

It's going down, my skin, it's plain i-in a pain

It's painted black, this ain't a act to entertain

Category six, lo-love is disastrous

Pour the gasoline, light up the matches

Question everything, don't trust the smile

This is FM radio, don't touch that ****ing dia

Burn it down

Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground

Hotel Kalifornia (Burn shit to the ground)

Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground

Like a real rockstar

I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

I'm a real trap god

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god

So re-up and blast off 'cause we never act soft

Get beat up and slap box 'cause I'll break that ass off

Yeah, we keep this block hot, so run when we pop shots

We heat up this hotbox and pray to the trap gods

Like a real rockstar (Yeah)

I'm a real trap god (Trap god)

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god (Trap god)

Like a real rockstar (Oh)

I'm a real trap god (Trap god)

Like a real rockstar

Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god