Trap to the Grave

Album cover art for "Trap to the Grave" by Boston George & Dave East & Boosie Badazz

Boston George & Dave East & Boosie Badazz - Rap

Trap to the Grave

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Duration: 3:49

Lyrics

[Intro: Boston George] Yeah, good dope, guarantee the fiends come runnin' (yeah) Good dick, guarantee that she come runnin' (I swear) Hit that hook and she hook on phonics (I swear) If the feds come, guarantee that me go runnin' (you dig?) I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe Hope my niggas make it safe, hope my niggas make it safe [Chorus: Boston George] Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe Hope my niggas make it safe, trap nigga to the grave [Verse 1: Boston George] Came up, nigga fell off Fell off, nigga bounced back When a nigga ain't got nothin' All he can risk is his fuckin' life Risked mine so many times Cat ain't got shit on me Heard cats got nine lives I been shot at more than nine times I-10 with a quarter ticket Phone call, yell touchdown Ruth Chriss, yeah stuffed chicken That's what I call my stash spot Niggas haves and they have nots Sold wholes and the half blocks Came up off the crack rock Bury me on my block [Chorus: Boston George] Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe Hope my niggas make it safe, trap nigga to the grave [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] Trap nigga to the grave, all of my niggas make play I'm tellin' you pussies behave, or I'm killin' you niggas like AIDS Thirty ounces in the mad room, we be countin' in the mad room Sixteen shots in the calico, I shoot straight as a bow and arrow nigga I had that cluck distributed, servin' the cluckers and users Servin' the smokers and tutors, I get the syrup from Houston I'm just tryna make it safe, boy we dirty, drive straight Two thirty, we ain't late, two hundred K up in the Wraith Goin' see Thugger Thugger Thugger, we listen to me in the boombox Toody like dad that look ugly, say my lil G, that's the moonrock Go get it on every street I know the block how I roll When I'm gone make sure some trap niggas carry me Like Boston and Snow nigga [Chorus: Boston George] Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe Hope my niggas make it safe, trap nigga to the grave [Verse 3: Dave East] Trap nigga to the casket, 95 South with the ratchet Heard them niggas got it but they taxin' Residue all on my hand from baggin' I put pistols in my mattress Quarters come and touched another package Order somethin', bought another mass Whippin' up a half, in the kitchen laughin' My fellows is predicates I don't mix well with emotions, save that for a therapist All black Suburban, I'm strapped with a turban I swear they gon' think I'm a terrorist Fell in love with the block so I married it Tryna hide you some paper, just bury it This Glock like ID how I carry it 30 and broke, I swear that shit embarrassing Snow in the middle of summer I tinted the rental, go pick up an onion I used to bag up, not feelin' my knuckles I bust down the Rollie, it feel like I'm frontin' No nine to five, I ain't fillin' out nothin' These smokers out here, they are still in abundance Christian look balanced like twenty-six hundred If they spin the block they gon' get what they wanted We trappers [Chorus: Boston George] Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave Trap nigga to the grave, trap nigga to the grave I just wanna make it safe, I just wanna make it safe Hope my niggas make it safe, trap nigga to the grave

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Credits

Writers
  • Boston George
  • Dave East
  • Boosie Badazz