[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys
This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods
This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyard
This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Seventeen-five, rest in low but that's the price though
I ain't talkin' bricks, I'm talkin OG gas and bowls
Them Ralos, Ion't sell those
That spice in Monte Carlo
All this water on, I can't see, I need goggles
You a real street nigga, don't fold (Don't fold)
You know thirty years come with playin' with a stove (Playin' with a stove)
Don't jump out in the field 'cause shit get real ('Cause shit get real)
They talkin' like plus thirty-five, he gonna squeal (He gonna squeal)
[Chorus: Young Scooter & 2 Chainz]
This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys
This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods
This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards
This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard
This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys
This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods
This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyard (Toni)
This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard (Rewind)
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I was buckin', jumpin, filled the ziplock with four forty-eight (Yeah)
If they let my partner out, they will increase the murder rate (Brr)
Then go on a date with a stick, ask Keisha (Keisha)
They gon' send the plug back, if he don't get a visa
Used to make a jugg on the backside of Kinko's (Kinko's)
Nigga roll some shit behind my back just like a Evisu (Damn)
Southside vet, buy a bet and leave it see-through
Talking 'bout a check, been had a check, nigga you been knew (Check)
Hustlin' in my DNA, mix Farrakhan with T. D. Jakes (Ooh)
Product of a product, hmm, shit (Yeah)
Either way, a prophet, wearin' Prada
Tell 'em they need to pray (Yeah)
Trap god, Scooter, 2 Chainz, and my nigga Zay
[Chorus: Young Scooter, 2 Chainz & Rick Ross]
This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys (Yeah)
This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods(Alright)
This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards (Trap)
This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard (Trap, trap)
This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys
This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods
This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards (The Biggest, The Greatest)
This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard (Look)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Heroin and Quinine, seven-figure business deals
Seventeen-five, time to show you how to really live
Pull up on the grind, serving mine like it's Benadryl
Jet up out the town, I'm comin' down like it's ten-a-pill
Hunnid grand a nice chain, twenty band a dice game
Forty Chevys back to back, I call that bitch the night train
I got it when the bank close, double M the bankroll
And I still got the plug, that's if you pussies ain't know
Go and buy a hunnid bags, Lamborghini on the grass
If you dummies' money funny, this Monday I want 'em back
Broke niggas, refunds
Smoke one, deep lungs
Staff a brick on the porch
Want one, need one
I'm on the loose (Loose)
Look at the news (News)
Back at the top, another coupe (Coupe)
New set of shoes (Shoes)
Back at the pots, another casket, another suit (Suit)
Go get a mop, you feel the passion
This for the shooters (Shooters), this for the block (Block)
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys
This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods
This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards
This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard
This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys
This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods
This one for the niggas trappin' out their grandma backyards
This one for the niggas on the corner sellin' weed and hard
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