TRAP GOD ft. Baby Chessz & NuelleBeats Lyrics

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