Young Scooter

Dope Boyz & Trap Godz
(Zaytoven) This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyard This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard Seventeen-five, rest in low but that's the price though I ain't talkin' bricks, I'm talkin OG gas and bowls Them Ralos, Ion't sell those That spice in Monte Carlo All this water on, I can't see, I need goggles You a real street nigga, don't fold (Don't fold) You know thirty years come with playin' with a stove (Playin' with a stove) Don't jump out in the field 'cause shit get real ('Cause shit get real) They talkin' like plus thirty-five, he gonna squeal (He gonna squeal) This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyard (Toni) This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard (Rewind) SongtexteI was buckin', jumpin, filled the ziplock with four forty-eight (Yeah) If they let my partner out, they will increase the murder rate (Brr) Then go on a date with a stick, ask Keisha (Keisha) They gon' send the plug back, if he don't get a visa Used to make a jugg on the backside of Kinko's (Kinko's) Nigga roll some shit behind my back just like a Evisu (Damn) Southside vet, buy a bet and leave it see-through Talking 'bout a check, been had a check, nigga you been knew (Check) Hustlin' in my DNA, mix Farrakhan with T. D. Jakes (Ooh) Product of a product, hmm, shit (Yeah) Either way, a prophet, wearin' Prada Tell 'em they need to pray (Yeah) Trap god, Scooter, 2 Chainz, and my nigga Zay This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys (Yeah) This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods(Alright) This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards (Trap) This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard (Trap, trap) This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards (The Biggest, The Greatest) This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard (Look) Heroin and Quinine, seven-figure business deals Seventeen-five, time to show you how to really live Pull up on the grind, serving mine like it's Benadryl Jet up out the town, I'm comin' down like it's ten-a-pill Hunnid grand a nice chain, twenty band a dice game Forty Chevys back to back, I call that bitch the night train I got it when the bank close, double M the bankroll And I still got the plug, that's if you pussies ain't know Go and buy a hunnid bags, Lamborghini on the grass If you dummies' money funny, this Monday I want 'em back Broke niggas, refunds Smoke one, deep lungs Staff a brick on the porch Want one, need one I'm on the loose (Loose) Look at the news (News) Back at the top, another coupe (Coupe) New set of shoes (Shoes) Back at the pots, another casket, another suit (Suit) Go get a mop, you feel the passion This for the shooters (Shooters), this for the block (Block) This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard Aus Songtexte Mania