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Like the real trap god And I ain't talkin' bout rap I'm talkin' bout 7 days straight in the trap without bathing Fuck this industry the streets still pay me Went down, I'm back up again Yellow tape up again Came up, went down, now we back up again The whole mall, yeah we in there [Verse 1: Big Bank Black] Started off with a quarter slab Yeah I did it all on Mason Ave Run the cars with a big ol' pistol Big ol' bar, get your shit stripped nigga Edwood where I was raised at Duct tape, yeah I made that Play pussy, get fucked nigga I gives a fuck about a fuck nigga Fuck a luck, I want a buck nigga Fuck them ducks, shoot 'em up nigga Send them dogs, spray them cats up The whole city really masked up Lord knows I'm gettin' this cake up Tell these pussy niggas wake up It's a real nigga season, I got guap with me Money counter [?] we screamin' fuck them niggas SongtextePussy [Chorus] Like the real trap god And I ain't talkin' bout rap I'm talkin' bout 7 days straight in the trap without bathing Fuck this industry the streets still pay me Went down, I'm back up again Yellow tape up again Came up, went down, now we back up again The whole mall, yeah we in there [Verse 2: Guap] Young money counter went to Mars nigga Fuck this rap I got this shit up out the block nigga I'm in the booth with a 20 on Bank said [?] [?] got a nigga straight You rat niggas so fake Trap God of the North nigga Got 50 bags at the loft nigga Young money counter, I'm the boss nigga [?] I duct tape [?] Ride away 'til the shit slap [Chorus] Like the real trap god And I ain't talkin' bout rap I'm talkin' bout 7 days straight in the trap without bathing Fuck this industry the streets still pay me Went down, I'm back up again Yellow tape up again Came up, went down, now we back up again The whole mall, yeah we in there Aus Songtexte Mania