Music Video
Future Trap N****s Official Music Video
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Producer
Seth Firkins
Mixing Engineer
Eric Manco
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy D Brown
Assistant Engineer
Tyler Kumpee
Assistant Engineer
Niles Roberts
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Trap ****
Trap ****
Yo, yo
Times gettin' hard, but a **** still gettin' it
Young rich **** in this motherfucker, huh (Trap ****)
[Chorus]
When you wake up, before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, ****
Only time you get down on your knees
Shootin' craps, ****
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap ****
God blessin' all the trap ****
When you wake up, before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, ****
Only time you get down on your knees
Shootin' craps, ****
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap ****
God blessin' all the trap ****
[Verse 1]
Weighed a thousand eight grams on the square
I got a lower case 't' across my chest
Your crack house doin' numbers, then you blessed
You move your mama 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 gon' 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?
[Chorus]
When you wake up, before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, ****
Only time you get down on your knees
Shootin' craps, ****
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap ****
God blessin' all the trap ****
When you wake up, before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, ****
Only time you get down on your knees
Shootin' craps, ****
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap ****
God blessin' all the trap ****
[Verse 2]
Hasta la-la-luego, wake up with the Glock okay, though
Stash the dope inside a Winnebago in Decatur
You got your work, you posted up in the hood bodega
Lil' woadie loadin' 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 back street
I'm drinkin' Actavis, the only thing relax me
I'm on drugs, every single day I pop a seal
We talk that lingo 'round here, we tryna 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 the this shit wid-ild
[Chorus]
When you wake up, before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, ****
Only time you get down on your knees
Shootin' craps, ****
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap ****
God blessin' all the trap ****
When you wake up, before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, ****
Only time you get down on your knees
Shootin' craps, ****
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap ****
God blessin' all the trap ****
[Outro]
You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gon' 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?
Trap ****
Written by: Joshua Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
