Текст песни Trap Jesus - Prophit , U-Neek Jettson

Trap Jesus aye, Prophit often goin harder
Fuck yo old heads that be hatin, you just can′t relate so I never bother
Unless it is personal and that's only prolly because I am fuckin your daughter
They get em get em so we got em
I′m in that kitty, kitty, wit no condom
She got tig ol bitties, feelin on em
I got them panties falling like it's autumn
Aw shit, I'm back in this bitch
The illest to hit it, I master this shit
This my resurrection, ain′t no misconception, on the cross I′m flexin bitch I'm jumpin off
Turn water to whiskey and bread into blunts
Cuz that seem to be what everybody wants

I don′t really care what anybody has to say
If you don't like me boy then get the fuck up out my way
I′m ridin on this vapor wave, it's time to get some paper made
Business with the devil, Trap Jesus bitch I′m gettin paid

Trap Jesus aye, Prophit often goin harder
Bodies on bodies and imma keep killin this shit wit my lyrical slaughter
These Christians bitchin bout my new addition, so it's Trap Jesus this my crucifixion
Now that I been risen in a new dimension, rolling like a derby causing Demolition
Bitch I'm back on my shit now, aye, run it up coming from another one
And the devil gon sit down, aye, and then he gon tell me I′m his favorite son
I know it′s a part of me, if you look hard you see, ice in my veins hit this critical artery
Burning bushes, I been movin rocks
So father forgive me for tying these knots

I don't really care what anybody has to say
If you don′t like me boy then get the fuck up out my way
I'm ridin on this vapor wave, it′s time to get some paper made
Business with the devil, Trap Jesus bitch I'm gettin paid