歌詞

Quick, phoned up bro and he gave me a brick Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip Box in the bag, not trainers and kicks On a trap round, ain't changing a bit With a mad brown that claim she my bitch Tell a Nigga act right I was slaved to a pit But came with shit's Say something on my hip, like Jada Kiss I got a D blow, that's against law I don't ever leave that for attention Peace now, I don't care if you messed up Tell a nigga better be round If he get none Fuck your dead squad And your CT, and your CD And your best song I just put a hammer down In a peng block I just put a banger down in a desktop (2: Sleeks) I don't want no cheesy Tell her amnesia cos I'm needy Got a box in a bag For that lobs in my hand And that price that I got Kinda Cheapy I'm old school like Tweenies Now tryna use TV might see me Got a freaaky girl named Cee-Cee Gimme uckk When I'm driving speedy Don't give a fuck dem Guys are needy Mana get bucked with the hand ting Easy With the clutch 6 gears Skeet, Skeet Fresh tires on the rim Screetch, Screetch I'll be running with the ball, that's mad b I got a box with tools like Andy On a wave like Jetski And I don't miss shots like Heskey (Swift) Still up in the ends Man still me Can't walk in my creps Man run when they see me Look at these skets They so needy Put your hand on my friend Why you trying to beef me Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing (3: Inch) 0ld 50 here everything ah get luck off Plus the brothers dem good Man trapline pap off Everything easy Man she touch me, Tease me Dem man are lemon man squeezy Manaman are pepperman easy Dem man are freddy man 'fraid doe Just done an event, That's play'dough Gyal strip down when I say so Man will do road, In the main road Bait face, Man I never lay low Course man trynna get paid tho Gyal got a backy like J'Lo Man have to shutup when I say so (4: K'Nine) Tell a boy don't try me, used to run from the plug on a cosign me Ten toes on the street that's a Nikey Chillin' in a bando with some YG's Smoking so much dope I look Chinese Bruv what's up, Can't hear you with simeys Brother say with me, Ain't gonna leave Soon as I get the pack you know its gotta leave After she give me hatty, you know she gotta leave Young boy got a strap, Don't bother me Akh got two packs, Makavelli R.I.P. to somebody smelly Used to see us chilling outside Morley's Now they see us on the show or on Telly Section we in the street for the readies But I squeeze for the Ps dont tempt me, (Swift) Still up in the ends Man still me Can't walk in my creps Man run when they see me Look at these skets They so needy Put your hand on my friend Why you trying to beef me Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing (5: Littlez) Still up in the ends, You can see me Getting P's in the trap That's easy Bro got the Chris Brown, Not breezy In my black Clothes, Looking all greezy That gyal she a sket, She's sleezy Wanna talk like they're real, Oh Really Smoke on me I came with the chimney You can get corn, If a man wanna beef me Still up in the streets, Still up in the pave And I know nuff' pengtings in a rave Gyal get a beat, They don't wanna behave Section Boy, Team Squeeze in a place I dare a man put a hand on my friend You can get a blade, If you wanna act brave Still up in the ends, That's south for the Thames None of these Niggas can't surf on the wave (6: Swift) Still up in the ends, How you ain't seen me Put a brick up in Z's, Now I feel sleepy I had too many skenz, Real way to squeezy She's kinda peng, She's kinda fleeky We can pull up in a Benz, Or a bimmer like Beenie Wicked dinger in the ends that only if its needed, Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing I make gyal hold a skeng And a little beating (Swift) Still up in the ends Man still me Can't walk in my creps Man run when they see me Look at these skets They so needy Put your hand on my friend Why you trying to beef me Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing Trapping ain't dead My connect's still breathing
Writer(s): Fabian Colin Browne, Ryan Lyle, Terell Rookwood, Kemoy Rhoden, Bradley George, Jordan Duncan, Nana Bediako Rogues Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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