Trap God (feat. Gucci Mane)

Intro: Gucci Mane Honorable C.N.O.T.E. Go Verse 1: Gucci Mane Trap God, started this trap shit, you need to thank me Yup Lil' knucklehead, Sun Valley youngster, mama tried to spank me Mama My youngster shot somebody up, guess they made him angry Two dead men right by the garbage, guess we done left 'em stankin' Yeah Niggas get some liquid courage when they get to drinkin' Drinkin' His brains scattered on the dashboard, now we see what he thinkin' Yeah Must thought I was a ho or somethin', that's what he get for thinkin' Ho Better off tryna rob a bank or somethin', I call that wishful thinkin' Wеll, damn Please don't take anothеr step, my G's gon' get to blankin' My G's DOA, his mama heard the news and went to faintin' Damn Breaking news, we put him on the news, we made him famous Famous Please proceed with caution, Gucci Mane them armed and dangerous And dangerous I hangout with felons, we don't never talk to strangers No It's Big 1-0-1-7 and I keep one in the chamber 1-0-1-7 Lot of niggas angry that my cash went up a level A level Unbury money every day, I need another shovel It's dirty It's an angel on my shoulder and a devil on the other one A demon Turn wives into widows and my gun can kill an elephant Well, damn I feel like a president, dude suck dick like Joe Biden's son Joe Biden Don't play me, play with your kids, don't have one, go and have you one, uh Hah I'm just havin' fun, my old flow was from Michigan My life a lavish one, I touch down cold like Michigan Brush you off, switch the gun, my jits went on a blickathon We havin' navy guns, my trap look like the Pentagon Wop Verse 2: BigWalkDog Trap look like a Dixie Queen, can't talk if you ain't give fifteen I'm so icy, 1017, I'm fresh just like some listerine This chain right here a fifty piece, the pendant too, this fifty each These niggas can't even sit with me, these bitches wanna get with me Exotic 'bow a four-for-four, you get thirteen, you get three more You play with us, we up the score, I should've been on Traphouse 4 Bitch, I'm the shit just like commode, look at this drip all on my clothes Look at this shit stick to the bowl, I'm 'bout to break my wrist for sure, hey Trap look like it's jumpin', I just ran up on a junkie I did I can't serve no onions, you ain't pull up with no money This shake cost fifteen hundred, I finessed for thirteen-twenty They say bigger the wrist, bigger the lick, go get some money, hey BigWalkDog Outro Honorable C.N.O.T.E.