Future - Trap n***as lyrics

(Intro:) Times been hard but a n***a still gettin’ it Young rich n***as, rich motherf**er (Hook:) When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, n***a Only time you get down on your knees Shooting crack, n***a f** what you heard, God blessin’ all the trap n***as God blessin’ all the trap n***as (Verse 1:) Weighed 1008 grams on the spot I got a lower case T across my chest The 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 beef pies stashed in the trunk Shoot dice out there, sell dust You loaded, know they talkin’ sh**, you gone bust Call yourself a million times, you don’t give a f** Sold over a million dimes, hangin’ in the cut Sold over a million dimes, I don’t give a f** What? (Hook:) (Verse 2:) I (?) where go, where they go, where they Glock on (?) Stash the dope inside a Winnibago in the Cado He got your work, he posted up in the little Bodago No more (?) on that yopper before (?) brush your teeth Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese We on the (?), active on the backstreet I’m drinkin’ Actavis, the only thing that relax me I’m on d**, 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 Dixon Hill You hit on (?) on (?) trap house Gotta co*k it back, gotta hit it sh** without (Hook:) (Outro:) You loaded, know they talkin’ sh**, you gone bust Call yourself a million times, you don’t give a f** Sold over a million dimes, hangin’ in the cut Sold over a million dimes, I don’t give a f** What?