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Trap Closed
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Trap Closed was released on December 8, 2021 by LA4L as a part of the album Trap Closed - Single
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Release DateDecember 8, 2021
LabelLA4L
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
La Socket
La Socket
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taron S Dickson Jr
Taron S Dickson Jr
Lyrics

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye L.A
If they want that heat with us, then you know we steppin on them killas in my city, and these pussy **** tellin on them
Gang had bitches , went to jail, they aint even checkin on them catch him out, run down, and im gone put that weapon on him
Moving big shit, trap house look like a truck stop
Fuck the judge, fuck these hoes, fuck police and fuck opps turned 13, and i was learning how to buss glocks
He wont in class for role call, i caught him at the bus stop (Gang)
Leave the keys in your car, ill turn this bitch to GTA
On the way to the ops block, bro whats the ETA
Trying to duck the FBI and trying to duck the DEA
Put this zipper on your mouth if you aint tryna see me spray
Put the barrel on her mouth, and i told the hoe to lick it
The ops on the fence (Defense) and ian talking bout the pickett she said i got a problem, told her ian tryna fix it
Pull up on him, walk down, hand him the clip like its a ticket
Whats the pressure?
In the kitchen, cookin up this dope on the stove, and ima give your auntie all the extras lil shawty wanna claim a ****, fuck that, i wont let her
I just tell her what to do, and she gone do it , thats alexa
Make it rain, they need umbrellas spin a block, we propellers
Its pay day, send my collectors
Get you touched, aint no molesters
Bullets made it thru... semesters
Catch him down bad, you see a flash, he on a wall like a projector (Wall)
Big screen...
No little shit , bitch we like tote them big things
Remember 6th grade, sports player, i had big dreams
7th grade my brother said i'd be a killer before 16
8th grade, i upped this glock, he yelled, it sounded like a bitch screamed
Im finna blow, SNEEZE bitch, its finna be cold out
Peeped the games, i got a telly, they kicked in my old house these **** want to show out, fuck that, keep yo dough out
I hopped up out that back, LIKE WHATS GOOD? i got my pole out
We rob ****... it ain no bargains
Bitch we like to shoot.. shit it ain no arguing
I be perked up, im on the drill, i got my narcan
Try to play and im shooting with the rockets, ain no harden
Bitch wanna talk, put my dick in her throat
And this dope come cross the border, gotta get it off the boat
Bring out them polls(Poles) and im taking **** checks, like a vote hit the bitch from the back, and i left her, like a note
Put the carcass on the bag, zip it up like a coat
He pulled up as a shooter, and he left as ghost
When it come to my bread.. then im leaving **** toast
Catch a body, put a sign out on the block, da trap is closed... gang
Written by: Taron S Dickson Jr
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