Album Name : Trap God 2
Release Date : 2013-02-12
Song Duration : 3:16
Gucci Mane Bob Marley
(Intro)
I’m so high high high that a bitch can’t blow my high
You know it’s crystal breakfast nigga
Up up up, that shit there got me f..cked up
DJ Spinz, DJ Scream, Gucci Mane
I’m so gone that she better won’t say she love me
Yo bitch can’t even play a whole buffy
Smoke that shit, nigga this Trap God 2
RIP to Bob Marley
(Verse)
They shot my homey for nuthin, killed my homey for nuthin
I smoke blunts every day, to try to wish it didn’t happen
But I can’t bring em back, cuz I am only immortal
People think I’m a god but to me I’m only normal
I used to trap on the corner, trap suit with the thermal
I had that tech in the bushes, run up on me I burn you
Folks they come to Atlanta just to ride through my zone
Wanna see where I trapped at, they wanna see where’s my home
In the place that I said, everything that I meant
I got so many pounds in the apartment, think I got dresses
I got my knee in the bed, so I sleep with the bread
If you play with brick squad that might take off yo head
This guwap
(Hook)
I’m so high, f..ck nigga I’m so high
I’m so high, baby girl I’m so high
She get high, yo baby girl she get f..cked up
And he get high, you know that nigga f..ck his nose up
I’m so high, f..ck nigga I’m so high
I’m so high, f..ck nigga I’m so high
She so high but the bitch with me so she good tonight
And you so broke, you lookin at us with all this ice
(Verse)
Drop bigger pay, I get bigger pay
Every day is a bigger day
Bigger nigga get a bigger gun
Hit his ass and his bigger face
Big an reckon I f..ck with him
Half of the niggas he with is on lock
That young nigga bout trigga play
And my section look just like nigga day
Reiterate, I’m bout pistol play
FM what my pistol say
Shoulder deep in this cocaine
But nigga I can hold or wait
Appraise me, I’m a mill today
A mill and a mill man a mill today
Say you wanna do, it’s yo wish to wait
Told a nigga 50 with a steel face
Smoking on kush and I’m drinkin on grey so I feel just like a pimpsey
Ay Gucci Mane you a murderer
So you can’t get responsible like pimps say
Say they’ll say f..ck you
Cuz I f..ck with the cold, called er anyway
I’m checked they is boomin but it’s real slow on rent day
(Hook)
I’m so high, f..ck nigga I’m so high
I’m so high, baby girl I’m so high
She get high, yo baby girl she get f..cked up
And he get high, you know that nigga f..ck his nose up
I’m so high, f..ck nigga I’m so high
I’m so high, f..ck nigga I’m so high
She so high but the bitch with me so she good tonight
And you so broke, you lookin at us with all this ice