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Back Trappin
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Back Trappin was released on July 24, 2023 by Stadium Records as a part of the album The Bag Vol. 1
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Release DateJuly 24, 2023
LabelStadium Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pros Ap
Pros Ap
Songwriter
Ahmon Parker
Ahmon Parker
Lyrics

Lyrics

Pros (Reuel, stop playin' with these ****)
Young **** Winnin' shit (Pros)
This the Island Boys shit, this the (Pros)
This the, yeah (Pros, Pros)
Boy, you broke, you ain't never had no motion, I can tell (****)
On my granny, I done sold over fifty thousand grams (On my grandma)
Drop some Wock' in the SunnyD, I'm pourin' up with Cam (Pourin' up with Lil Cam)
Fishbowl, bendin' through the hood in that latest Jag' (Skrrt, rrr, yes, sir)
Bitch, I'm big 4s poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
You get 'round the hoes and claim other ****' watches (Uh-huh)
I move like a star, I can't leave without my chopper (I can't)
You ain't never seen a hundred thousand, why you lyin'?
Man, you **** cowards
I'm with Izzo (RealRich)
Boy, we rich, it ain't shit to get you bent on (Fah, fah, fah)
I'm drinkin' Trish, but I prefer some Wock' to sip on (Yes, sir)
She got her ass did, I'm tryna put my dick on her
After I fuck, bitch, you gotta put your shit on (Bitch, you gotta leave)
I'm the man, can't you tell, ****? (Uh-huh)
But when you gettin' money, you fuck hoes and you smell different (Swear to God)
Tellin' lies, hatin' on my name, I can't stand **** (I can't stand ****)
Shit crazy, your jeans a thousand bucks, but no bands in 'em (Boy, you broke)
No cap, we was bendin' out the 4Matic (Out the Benz)
I ain't lyin', I had your bitch on the floor naked (I swear to God)
Stick the Perc' in her ass, she get so nasty (She get nasty)
Stick my dick down her throat, she get so ratchet (She get ratchet)
I'm with Mike, I'm with Morg, I'm with Sticcs (I'm with the gang)
She can't choose, she gon' fuck 'cause we rich ('Cause we rich)
Twenty thousand tied up, this ain't shit (This ain't shit)
I made thirty off of rap, I'm legit (A thirty-ball)
Your mans tellin', he a rat, he a snitch (He a snitch)
Droppin' 4s on the 'Gram got him blitzed (Bah, bah)
My **** crashin' out, don't be the ones they hit (Don't get hit)
I'm the bag, still jumpin' out the whips (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Bitch, I'm big 4s poppin'
You get 'round the hoes and claim other ****' watches (You a corn)
I move like a star, I can't leave without my chopper (I can't)
You ain't never seen a hundred thousand, why you lyin'? (No, you didn't)
Man, you **** cowards (Why you lyin'?)
They be lyin' for the fame (Uh-huh)
A **** hit my ho, I'ma charge it to the game
I sign a deal, I'm pullin' up and breakin' off the gang
I was broke and starvin' with my **** for some days (Swear to God, swear to God, swear to God)
You don't know that pain, but we back at it
Breakin' down grams, smellin' like a crack addict (Smellin' like the yeah)
It's the first of the month, where my crack addict? (Where she at?)
He tried to run from these shots and got his back tatted
Who scared to come outside? Know we back trappin', uh-huh
Back trappin', yeah
Let a **** play, we gon'— yeah
Back trappin', uh-huh
Ride on the gang like uh, uh
You know the block hot, bitch, you know the block hot
Back trappin', uh-huh
Who scared to come outside? Know we back trappin', uh-huh
Who scared to come outside? Know we back trappin', uh-huh
Written by: Ahmon Parker, Pros Ap
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