Rocking fear Of GODS Cause only thing that I fear is GOD Clarity is VS1's These diamonds cleaner than a nun These niggas wanna shake my hand But really they some fucking fans I got these new Gucci on It's hard to do the running man Niggas running wit the hype Vlone wit the off white I was rocking prada back then Never did mikes Doing What I fucking like Fucking who the fuck i like Niggas had the hoop dreams but then i went n grabbed the mic Custom all the ice These niggas learning how to grind off of memes Gotta keep it trill these niggas ain't keep it real Like it seem Had to put on credit these racks be fucking up ah nigga jeans Birds of a feather You as real as the niggas on ya Team I went home n I was shagging Went to the hood n I was dragging Got these diamonds on dancing Niggas think that I went platinum No I'm not ya average rapper I'm your trappers favorite Trapper Diamonds on me dancing They Chris brown Not Michael Jackson What that mean Them bitches hitting Don't need flash on the pictures Either ya real or ya fake Ain't no middle Ain't no mixture Just because you ain't the boss don't mean that it's going stay that way My nigga about get 100 mill off a fade away Like a back wood wit 4 grams bitch I'm fully loaded My neighbors thought i had a lion nah That's just my motor You know kush is my cologne That's my favor Oder I only moved that draymond green Not that Lamar Odom Ain't worried bout bitches We keep em coming Get outta ya feelings n Get some money Get up on yo trap N stop being cruddy I don't know who yo is I don't fuck wit buddy Don't care bout niggas My bitches Love me Fuck all the judges Tell em GOD JUDGE me Fuck em we ball Till the law coming Straight to the top And we all coming

Uh-uh! We go hard in the south and we know it (bitch!) Sitting ass in a pub, bitch, we going (yeah, we-) In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (grr!) We don't got fucking feds, step on throttles That's the way that we getting over sadness (that we getting over) One day turn in a motherfucking madness (turnin' in a) That's the way that we getting over breakups (punks) One day choke on a vomit from the hiccups You got me wrong, I'm not the one that you wanna see when you up at night (bitch, I'm not) Unleashing the venom, I'ma get you when you in my sight (in my sight) Turning my bats in 'em fucking flying rats, they could fucking bite (bitch) Teeth full of parasite, teeth full of parasite I'm that stoner doom lover, bad bloke tripping Bitch, I know I'll soon hover, float, won't strap in In my wizard hat, 'bout to fuck a witch, busting Why my music mad? Bitch, I ain't no fucking Justin Lucid dreams where I'm fuckin Vickie Smith, and she swallowing Fill her mouth with my motherfucking dick, tits, they wiggling She my princess, she that one that I would pick out of million I'm her prince, and my chance is fucking big, 'cause I'm brilliant I'm that slavic motherfucker, drinking vodka, juice (yeah, bitch) I'ma squash you like a ciggie with my dirty shoes Drinking habbit, something I would never ever lose (know it, ayy) Bitch, you lost like Nemo, I'm a beast like Bruce I'm a slavic trapper, fucking bass slapper Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah, salt and pepper I'm a slavic trapper, fucking bass slapper Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah We go hard in the south and we know it (what?!) Sitting ass in a pub, bitch, we going (bitch!) In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (grr!) We don't got fucking feds, step on throttles We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (bitch!) We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (what?!) We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (bitch!) We go hard in the south and we know it

Yeah, when I was only seventeen I could hear the angels whispering So I drove into the woods and wandered aimlessly about Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog It turned out to be the howling of a dog Or a wolf to be exact The sound sent shivers down my back But I was drawn into the pack and before long They allowed me to join in and sing their song So from the cliffs and highest hills Yeah, we would gladly get our fill Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong For my flesh had turned to fur Yeah, and my thoughts they surely were Turned to instinct and obedience to God You can wear your fur like a river on fire But you'd better be sure if you're making God a liar I'm a rattlesnake, babe, I'm like fuel on a fire So if you're gonna get made Don't be afraid of what you've learned On the day that I turned 23 I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree When suddenly a girl, her skin the color of a pearl She wandered aimlessly, but she didn't seem to see She was listening for the angels just like me So I stood and looked about I brushed the leaves off of my snout And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees So I took her by the arm We settled down upon a farm And raised our children up as gently as you please And now my fur has turned to skin And I've been quickly ushered in To a world that I confess I do not know But I still dream of running careless through the snow And through the howling winds that blow Across the ancient distant flow To fill our bodies up like water 'til we know You can wear your fur like a river on fire But you'd better be sure if you're making God a liar I'm a rattlesnake, babe, I'm like fuel on a fire So if you're gonna get made Don't be afraid of what you've learned

Mustard on the beat, ho Money all in the closet (Cash) We don't believe in a bank account (Yeah) Sittin' down, watchin' ball player contract And we got the same amount (Whoa) Big flexin', ball cappin' (Uh) Big flexin', ball cappin' (Uh) You'd think a nigga was an athlete (Athlete) But a nigga really trappin' (Yeah) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cookin' up dope, capiche? (Capisce) You done provoked a beast (Urr) Cookin' for J's (Ayy, ayy) Cookin' for J's, they feast (Ayy) I got the block on seize (Block) My best friend a fiend (Fiend) I got the key to the streets (Streets) I got the key to the streets (Keys) Ice on me, yeah it's dancin' (Ice) Get her trappin' out the Marilyn Manson (Marilyn) The plug, you heard, yeah, he panicked (Plug) 'Cause I was late with the cabbage (Cash) Fifty thousand on Madden (Fifty) Yeah, I got a gambling habit (Gambling) Bet eighty thousand on a 10 or 4 (Eighty) 'Cause I came from the kick door (Oh, yeah, uh) Money all in the closet (Cash) We don't believe in a bank account (Yeah) Sittin' down, watchin' ball player contract And we got the same amount (Whoa) Big flexin', ball cappin' (Uh) Big flexin', ball cappin' (Uh) You'd think a nigga was an athlete (Athlete) But a nigga really trappin' (Yeah) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hey) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, Offset) A trapper is gon' be a trapper (Trapper) I'm plugged in just like an adaptor (Adaptor) I got too many bricks in my trunk (Bricks) Longway pull up with the Raptor (Room, room) We got the pistols, the sticks, and the pumps (Boom, bah) Four zips of the Act' in the Snapple (Act', uh) Pull up with Forgiatos on the 458, I take off like a natural We ain't on the same shit (Same shit) I fuck a bitch and make her famous (Famous) I'm smokin' cookie, Famous Amos (Woo) Fuck bein' famous, I keep the banger (Baow) I got all these pretty women (Women) Wrapped around my arm like a bangle (Bangle) My wrist is trippin', it's drippin' It's lookin' like thunder and rainin' (Drip) I popped me a Perc and I fainted (Hey) Money all in the closet (Cash) We don't believe in a bank account (Yeah) Sittin' down, watchin' ball player contract And we got the same amount (Whoa) Big flexin', ball cappin' (Uh) Big flexin', ball cappin' (Uh) You'd think a nigga was an athlete (Athlete) But a nigga really trappin' (Yeah) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) In the trap, got that hot pot whippin' on the sofa Jackie Tan bricks out the dough, look like Coke Cola Sellin' dogfood on the low just like Chipotle China white got the trap just like Magnolia Foreigns out of Quattro, picture me rollin' Pointers in my ear, I got ebola Thuggin' with my vato, Longway Chapo I go Adolf with the fuckin' Draco Gas bag touchin' Amico My shirt Givenchy, look Jumanji My closet tailor-made from London Well shit look crocodile hunter Pick a pocket, baby, blue hundreds I got them boxes of fruit comin' No Telly, it's Patek Philippe The rose gold burr two tone, Longway, bitch Money all in the closet (Cash) We don't believe in a bank account (Yeah) Sittin' down, watchin' ball player contract And we got the same amount (Whoa) Big flexin', ball cappin' (Uh) Big flexin', ball cappin' (Uh) You'd think a nigga was an athlete (Athlete) But a nigga really trappin' (Yeah) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Trapper is gon' be a trapper (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)