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The Trap
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Trap was released on March 14, 2025 by All Varsity Music Group as a part of the album The Trap - Single
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Release DateMarch 14, 2025
LabelAll Varsity Music Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon Connor
Jon Connor
Performer
Bizarre
Bizarre
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Connor
Jon Connor
Songwriter
Bizarre
Bizarre
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Olympicks
The Olympicks
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, when your ass up
4, 5 In the morning, joyriding around
Take your ass home ****
It's called the trap for a reason
When you see the red lights
The blue lights
Coming at you in the moonlight
This shit is real
It don't get no realer my ****
You know what I'm talking about?
I been a genius who could see this
Word to Jesus, where'd he leave us
In the ghetto, mama only feed us pizza, Little Caesars
Broke as fuck down to the sneakers
Had some old beat up Adidas and them Grant Hill Filas
When he ain't play a couple seasons
Back to **** moving reefer on the block on Pasadena
Getting head and gonorrhea from Katrina and Sharita
They was beefing with these strippers named Fatima and Saleka
They would team up and get beat up over a **** that would beat 'em
This is tragic but these stories, we seen all of this before
Every weekend somebody leaking, let's see how far this shit gon' go
All the drama and the squabbing don't even solve this shit no more
In and out of prison, it just becomes a revolving door
Ain't no vision past the cook pots in the kitchen
One way ticket to the prison system
Get him, caught him with a loaded pistol
He was strapped, yes, imagine that
Look at where we at
It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap
When you see the red lights
The blue lights
Coming at you in the moonlight
This shit is real
Bitch, yeah, yeah
It's real where I'm from, so stay in the house
We out of dog food, I stay in a drought
Off in Kentucky, in a Motel 6
Got a half a brick, tryna see what I can get
Yeah, cocked the piece, uh, shot your niece
Fuck O-Dog, I'm tryna pop Shareef
Stop preaching 'cause you ain't no preacher
I ain't gon' be shit and you ain't gon' be shit either
We can beef like Flint and Beecher
My gun sing, come meet Aretha
Catch this bullet like a wide receiver
Headed to hell, come meet the reaper
Went to court and copped the 8
Got a eight year scholarship to Jackson State
****, ramen noodles and Hot-N-Readys
Tuna fish and leftover spaghetti
The ghetto ****
Written by: Bizarre, Jon Connor
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