Trap God Trap God - Gucci Mane

I know selling dope is wrong but I’m the dope man

One side of beans on my plate, I need some steak man

Got mouths to feed and my nigga’s got to eat fam

By any means necessary, we don’t give a damn

Praying to the Trap God

To the Trap God

I’m on my knees praying to the Trap God

Life’s Hard

Life’s so hard

Put your faith in god and you can be a Trap God

Trap God i’m a Trap God

The FEDS they try to label me as a drug czar

You a Trap God

You a Trap God

Put your faith in god and you can be a Trap God

Big Guwop the Trap God

But I don’t think I’m god

Got a Challenger and a Charger ho

Bitch I’m in love with Dodge

I got body kits on all my cars

They hips like Nicki Minaj

And your girlfriends a masseuse she giving my dick a massage

And don’t wear that body suit no more

Cause I’m gonna catch a charge

Multi-Million dollar CEO

Wearing Jordans to his job

Baby sucking my dick while I’m counting a million

She thinking she thinking she smart

The twentys and fiftys and hundreds she pull them apart

So she can keep all of the odds

Am I a bad man cause I feed my fam with the dope

Call me clearance sale Gucci everything gotta go

Grill stove Guwop T-Shirts for the low

Hella green washing powder WalMart on Gresham road

Man these niggas say they killers

But these niggas just some ho’s

Godzilla for a nigga

Cinderella for the hoes

Big Guwop they call me Trap God

Every verse a quote

I’m a walking egg beater

And the dope white like the pope