Prayers To The Trap God (Explicit)

Prayers to the Trap God (Explicit) - Roddy Ricch

Heart beatin' my mind racin' up

You can hear the screams and sirens in the cut

How did the trap fold up

See a copper gotta drop him

That's why I got the 9 in my pocket for

Got the drop before he kickin' down the door

For some Christian Dior we was

'Bout to send a hunnid packs

Through your neighborhood

If it get trapped I knew my baby would

I never knew I would have to face the music

I know they gon' bum rush us

We gotta keep on movin'

I got introduced to slangin' and

I keep on choosin' it

I see the helicopters movin' in

I thought if you took a loss

You just lose to win

Crawlin' on the floor

Tryna get to the door

Flush it down the toilet

'Fore they get me with the four

They did a whole sweep

Couldn't even go to sleep

A lot of my family members got got

My uncle looked the police in his

Eyes and he got shot

Tell me how that make you feel fake or real

I'm about to chase a bil' f**k a mil' yeah

She wanna ride my dick like a stallion

She just wanna pop a X like Malcolm

I got family that's addicts

I got family that's drug dealers

I got family that's murderers

I got family that love n***as

And family important

You just gotta embrace it

Like your d**e could be potent

It just depend what you make it with

I was watchin' Family

Guy when the police raided hmm

A trap full of juugin'

A*s suits that s**t was crazy d**n

How I'ma have my baby

If I'm stuck in the fence

At 19 with 25 in a day

You only eatin' three times a day

You gotta save up put a rock on her finger

That's the only time she gon' stay

I've been tryna pray to the trap God

Trap God God hope he listen

Yeah yeah

I've been tryna pray to the trap God

Trap God

Hope it wasn't no witnesses