Gods Only - Trappers Anonymous (feat. Stonie Rivers, Smokky Robinson, Eastgawd Seli & Rhasta Wes) Lyrics

Let me talk to em
Yeah
Okay, trapper turned rapper
Rapper turned artist
Desert pines own y'all know home is where the heart is
All my verses flawless
Yeah them hoes fleeek
N them hoochies stay callin cuz them hoes want T
But Pussy ain't free
And Tru never triccin
More like hoe pay me
Or pay me no attention
Cause this game cost time
Make my time make sense
Turn them cents to a dollar
Turn them dollars into 10s
And 10s into 20s
And them 50s even 100s start coming
First it double turning into real money
Learned the value of a dollar when them bills start coming
I got 99 problems like I'm Jay-Z or something
Hustle man quick to bubble wit a scale no problem
Buss a bail wit no problem
Desert pines or nuthin nigga
It's real in the field where I'm coming from
I run my city like I'm magic
We making classics
I keep that dope up in my mattress
That's where we stash
That 40 make him hit a backflip
That's gymnastics
I Do this shit for all my Holmes man I feel like Patrick
Aye
Mr make her dance
She my favorite fan
I be on demand
Understand
If I switch the plan
She might bring a friend
And it's bussin like a 38 but it don't never jam
Ima panther
Wearing powder blue I'm feeling like Kam
Aye
Let a nigga breath I got drank I got weed
If she roll with me then she gotta pay a fee
I ain't got no heart cuz wear it on my sleeve
N I stay with them alarms n case them niggas tryna sleep
Aye
Ok I'm Nino in the Carter mixed with Weezy n the Carter
I'm a way to place a order
Buy it bulk if yu smarter
Ima dope dealer son
With a dope dealer daughter
Live a dope boy life
Everything got a price
I'm trapper turned rapper
I'm tryna get a slice
Vh1 I need a show
This the truth behind the lights
Money line a nigga life
Or yu could bet it on the dice
This the city of the vice
Yeah she cute but ain't right
They don't shoot they just type
Facebook gangstas
This that new street life
Gotta be witty with the words
Or get killed by a like
I put that on my life
Dese niggas ridin all night
I mean typing all night
Yeah this shit done switched up
Dese bitches got mo heart than these niggas
Where they nuttzs
Dese nigga got no guts
They swear they real niggas
Until they catch a case
Then that blacc n white prove it
Dese niggas for the state huh
Boy I'm feeling Godly
Been goin Broly
This a lifestyle not a hobby
Know ima problem
But who gon stop me
Nobody
Bitch if yu riding
Get beside me
Blowing on dis killa dis dat Og Bobby Johnson
Been wiling
My cup is ice less
Drinking too much through the night
I might need uh iv
Told em bacc den bout dis fly shit
Still be on pilot
Tapd N wit dis music
It's something priceless
Aye
This aint what they wanted
Boy we bacc on it
All dem niggas hated on us
We never folded
I been drinking since the morning
I'm steady pouring
Smoking something potent
I'm steady rolling
Aye
This aint what they wanted
Boy we bacc on it
All dem niggas hated on us
We never folded
I been drinking since the morning
I'm steady pouring
Smoking something potent
I'm steady rolling
Steady rolling rollin
Whooo
Steady rollin rollin