HighTyde and Ckyttlez - Trap God

HighTyde is back on the block
And I'm rocking the socks
Off of everyone mocking me, ha!
When I'm in the kitchen,
I get the Ginsu, mince and chop you like broccoli
Make you a mockery, ha!
Ain't nobody respecting the way that you're reppin' it
Used to be funny, but now you just sound dumb as fuck
When you come up with sentences
I can do trap too (Rap crews)
MissingLinx up in this bitch
Don't believe me? Just ask Rube
We're nuts and we're ruling this cashew
That's true, whack crews
End up looking just like mass fools
Thinking you're gonna beat us
Well bend over, you're gonna need ass lube
Ha! You're the leftovers
And we're coming over like fast food
If this was a race
Then we're steady on pace to out-pass you
Motherfuckers still be thinking we're playing
When we come and saying we're running this
Just 'cause we're having some fun
Don't mean our team, MissingLinx
Still ain't up in this bitch
Our fucking crew's strong (Crew strong!)
Your crew is simply a poo'd on
Click of bitches ho'ing, quick to fold up like a futon
And I don't think you see it
I'ma leave you in a (Bad spot)
Onomatopoeia, means that
I'ma fucking Trap God
You may be killing the game
But homie, you still ain't a Trap God
Looking for fame
You'll always be playing the mascot
Listen 'cause you'll
Never find another
Kind of brother
Who can cuss and rhyme
'Cause I'm that motherfucker
Trap God!
I'm that motherfucker
Trap God!
I'm that motherfucker
Trap God!
I'm that motherfucker
Trap God!
Now I'm just flipping and ripping
The wickedest flow
When I kick it so sickening, ha!
Your life's a pile of shit
And that's why you end up in the thick of it
I like being different, ha!
They call me unique 'cause I'm one of a kind
A son of a gun, I'm always on the run
The fucking one you ain't gonna find, uh!
But any minute, I'm licking the clit
Of a chick with her legs up behind her
Kissing and grinding this chick
Before we 69 and I plug her vagina (Ha)
I'm a player and I play 'em
'Cause I (Can't stop)
All these bitches on my jock
'Cause I'ma Trap God
You may be killing the game
But homie, you still ain't a Trap God
Looking for fame
You'll always be playing the mascot
Listen 'cause you'll
Never find another
Kind of brother
Who can cuss and rhyme
'Cause I'm that motherfucker
Trap God!
I'm that motherfucker
Trap God!
I'm that motherfucker
Trap God!
I'm that motherfucker
Trap God!

Written by:
Ryan Evans

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