Prayers to the Trap God Songtext
von Roddy Ricch

Prayers to the Trap God Songtext

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', fuck 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 niggas
And family important, you just gotta embrace it
Like your dope could be potent
It just depend what you make it with

I was watchin' Family Guy when the police raided
A trap full of drug an' ass suits, that shit was crazy
Damn, 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
Hope he listen (yeah, yeah)
I've been tryna pray to the trap god
Hopin' wasn't no witnesses

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