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Trapnese
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Trapnese was released on November 25, 2016 by Trap Illustrated as a part of the album Trapnese
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Release DateNovember 25, 2016
LabelTrap Illustrated
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hardo
Hardo
Performer
Jimmy Wopo
Jimmy Wopo
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stevie B
Stevie B
Producer

Lyrics

(Stevie killed the beat)
**** know that I'm a problem, want me in that cage (cage)
Out here like Saddam, twist a ****'s shit like braids (braids)
Trappin', trappin', walking bomb, got your bitch going both ways (ways)
She gon' drink the drip, she gon' drink the dick, Minute Maid (Maid)
G-G-Get money on a bad day, we midnights May (May)
Bricks selling at a fast pace, now they wanna raid (raid)
I had to shake 'em off my last case, Big O don't play (play)
That money bag, got a bag of chips, ****, Frito-Lay (Lay)
AK back chopped off (chopped off)
On a hitman mission like James Bond (James Bond)
Hitters like A-Rod (A-Rod)
Hit 'em with the base like baseball (baseball)
Ho, hold on, ho can't see nothing like Ray Charles
I-I-I got the drip, sauce
****, this is my run like I'm AWOL (AWOL)
Lil' bro let the trey off
Lil' bro shoot to score, he remind me of Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
2K, he get crisscrossed
2K's out the window, get picked off
Them hollow tips hit hard
Them bullets, I send 'em like Brett Favre (Brett Favre)
Put lanes in your front yard
While I loaf with the MAC in your backyard (backyard)
****, that's back door (back door)
What you think I got 30 in the MAC for?
You don't never bless the streets, you ain't a trap lord
Every day, I'm chasing money, tryna stack more
If you run down, it gotta be a sure shot
Finesse the birds if them bitches ain't a pure flock
So much work, I could run it up in full blocks
So much work, I be cookin' out of four pots
AK-47, got no stock
Cameras on the cribs, you ain't gettin' no drop
30 in the shit 'case you need more shots
I'm just fuckin' bitches, I don't love no thots
Baby girl probably ran through your whole family
Last name what? Damn, this thing hereditary
You sweet, fuck around, that'll get you buried
Candyman, got hitters on Bloody Mary, uh
Young **** ain't got no manners
Sellin' the dope out my grandma's
Orangutan, shit hold bananas
Bitch, I'm a pit, I'm a panther
I'm in designer, no "Panda"
Baby girl, I understand you
I'm like AI, I'm the answer
I need a ride for my man there
Bustin' them bricks like a transfer
Smokin' the dope and the cancer
True and a Gucci bandana
Ho, it's your niece and Sheranda
Ain't tough, he just broke with a temper
Big bro on parole with the Kemba
I slap this shit to your leg cuh
Kidnap him, he will not remember
I got a ho in Atlanta
I wrap the snow up like Santa
I pour a four in the Fanta
Out of control with the hammer
Go ask your mama, lil' ****
All of my **** is killers
Police in the city wan' ban us
No college, we runnin' them bands up
Broke-broke ****, please
Four-four, lemon squeeze
**** know who got the keys
You ain't talkin' trapnese
Bitch, I'm trappin', what you need?
Chopper jumpin' out my jeans
Trappin' Hardo, Jimmy G's
**** know it's trapnese
I got a ho in Atlanta
I wrap the snow up like Santa
I pour a four in the Fanta
Out of control with the hammer
Go ask your mama, lil' ****
All of my **** is killers
Police in the city wan' ban us
No college, we runnin' them bands up
Broke-broke ****, please
Four-four, lemon squeeze
**** know who got the keys
You ain't talking trapnese
Bitch, I'm trappin', what you need?
Chopper jumpin' out my jeans
Trappin' Hardo, Jimmy G's
**** know it's trapnese
Rrah
Hitters like A-Rod
Ho can't get nothin'
Written by: Joseph Jay Barnett, Steven Bryce Richardson, Travon Dashawn Frank Smart
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