Video Pastor Juug de A1 Juug 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

A1 Juug - Pastor Juug Lyrics

[Intro]
Trap Lives Matter hoe
(laughing)

[Interlude]
Truey on the beat
(yo yo yo)
Amen...
Trap Gospel

[Verse 1: A1 Juug]
It's Pastor Juug
I wanna speak to y'all, it's 'bout fentanyl
If I catch my nigga poppin' a pill, better be Tylenol
Slap the shit out y'all, fuck is wrong with y'all?
Born to ball
Might play for Wichita, they way I make the play then whip it off
God bless yall, God bless the trap, I ain't gotta rap
Me and the deacon shooting craps, he owe me imma double back
Triple-double in the trap, Victory Lap in the trap
Had to balance out my scale so it could take a nap
My nigga selling cookies, he just whipped another batch
When I hit it from the front she say she feel it in her back
Swear to God I left church to re-up and that's a fact
Lord forgive me but I know you know the land needed that
The fruit that I'm serving, Adam got Eve stealing that
These extensions in my nine, ain't weave attached to it
The way I throw these bullets at you, think Drew Brees attached to it
Oh my God, all this paper ain't no trees attached to it
[Chorus: A1 Juug]
God bless the trap, and God bless the dead
They killing all the real niggas, and the fake ones spreadin'
Trap Gospel got my pistol on me at my wedding
You ain't know the church was a business ran by felons

[Bridge]
Awww it's offering time out this mother fucker
And y'all know church run by the felons, so you know what the hell that mean
Put ya mother fuckin' offering in the basket, or end up in a God damn casket
Ya half-sack having hustlers, and ya mother fuckin' bald headed boosters
Gotta tap in to this shit here
Pastor Juug up there cuttin' up
And mother fuckers gon kick in, or y'all gon be kicked the fuck out...

[Verse 2: A1 Juug]
Listen up, nigga shut it up, bitch run it up
Run the play, double round the cut, I'mma pick you up
Yellow bus, short bus shawty, pour it in my cup
Bust a nut, then my my mood change, Am I a catfish or what
Almost stole on the choir when they played Knuck If You Buck
Take the money out the offering and buy a beamer truck
Throwing dough in the air, I should buy a Pizza Hut
Get some shit air dropped on us with no iPhones on us
Oh shit...You ain't know your pastor cuss?
Period pooh I'm in the trap
What's the fuss, what's the rush?
You sipping tuss, grabbed the holy oil and mixed it with some punch
You think it's musty in the church, that's the under arm on us
You think you stealing from the church, you really stealing shit from us
I'm having two offerings 'cause it's the first of the month
Bitch I'm so official I can sell some stripes to Rev Run
Watch me pray over this nigga and turn a bum into a plug
(Amen)
[Outro]
It's magic
Yeah, Pastor Juug
Trap god I did that nigga
Yeah, no problem
Juug brought the streets back nigga
Long live O nigga, RIP Fruits
Yeah
Juug, Juug!