About this song

Trap Niggas is a track by Future, taken from the album “DS2 (Deluxe)”, released July 17, 2015 on Epic/Freebandz/A1. It runs 3:04 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Deezer link above to stream the full song.

Times getting hard but a nigga still gettin' it Young rich niggas, in this motherfucker, huh When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Weighed 1008 grams on the scale I got a lower case T across my chest Your crack house doin' numbers then you blessed You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects It's so much alcohol and kush on my breath We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug A few bean pies stashed in the trunk Shoot dice all day and sell dust You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck What? When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Hasta Ia-la-uego wake up with that Glock, okay though Stash the dope inside a Winnebago in Decatur You got your work, you posted up in the hood Bodega Lil' woadie loading up that yopper before he brush his teeth Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese We on the turf, getting active on the backstreet I'm drinkin' Actavis, the only thing that relax me I'm on drugs, every single day I pop a seal We talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a deal You pull up round here, they serve you here to Dixie Hills You hit Old Nat, I know on Godby you'll see a trap house Gotta cock it back, out here this shit wid-ild When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck What?

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Full tracklist

  1. 01 Freak Hoe E 2:54
  2. 02 Rotation E 2:44
  3. 03 Slave Master E 3:19
  4. 04 Blow a Bag E 3:19
  5. 05 Colossal E 3:04
  6. 06 Rich $ex E 3:59
  7. 07 Blood On the Money E 4:44
  8. 08 The Percocet & Stripper Joint E 2:35
  9. 09 Real Sisters E 2:54
  10. 10 Kno The Meaning E 3:45
  11. 11 Fuck Up Some Commas E 3:58
  12. 12 Thought It Was a Drought E 4:24