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Melodic Trapstar
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Melodic Trapstar was released on February 27, 2018 by Roadman as a part of the album Still Here
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Release DateFebruary 27, 2018
LabelRoadman
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robin Banks
Robin Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robin Banks
Robin Banks
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robin Banks
Robin Banks
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Trappin' all day, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm still here, I'm still here
And I'm trappin' all day
And I'm 'bout that gun
[Verse 2]
I've been trappin' all day, trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way
And I do what I want, ****, fuck what y'all say
It's either my way or gang shootin' broad day
And I made record sales juggin' and finessin' off my El Cartel
Trap, trap, trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way
[Verse 3]
And we shoot in broad day
The ways these things be sing, you would think it's Broadway
Fuck what the law say, and I do what I want, ****, fuck what y'all say
And I do the most bloody steppin' when I'm rocking Christian loafs
10k for the feature, 40 for that snow
Two hundred for the Lamb, three hundred for that Ghost
Yeah, and you can't hang with us
Yeah, I know you flexin', you can't bang with us
Thirty on a chain, it ain't a thing to us
Try to snatch my shit, it get real dangerous
[Verse 4]
I drive the Royce like it's a NASCAR
Hear my voice, melodic trapstar
I keep on whippin' up until the crack hard
Trappin' out the front, lakeshore my backyard
[Verse 5]
I've been trappin' all day, trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way
And I do what I want, ****, fuck what y'all say
It's either my way or gang shootin' broad day
And I made record sales juggin' and finessin' off my El Cartel
Trap, trap, trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way
[Verse 6]
Kick door burglary, **** tried to murder me
A hundred bands in a trap, their money for surgery
I'm aiming for the head, you **** aiming 3rd degree
In the streets Louboutin, courthouse Burberry
Can't fuck with no stupid bitch, dumb bitches erxing me
I can't go for no, my shooters perkin'
These **** lurkin', but I see 'em
Courts game, my hood like the coliseum
I wouldn't wanna be 'em
Mama don't like the hustle, but the bills paid
How can I stay one hundred when these bills change
I don't rock Louis V if it ain't flipped down
UTM SOS, bitch, we the shit now
[Verse 7]
I drive the Royce like it's a NASCAR
Hear my voice, melodic trapstar
I keep on whippin' up until the crack hard
Trappin' out the front, lakeshore my backyard
[Verse 8]
I've been trappin' all day, trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way
And I do what I want, ****, fuck what y'all say
It's either my way or gang shootin' broad day
And I made record sales juggin' and finessin' off my El Cartel
Trap, trap, trappin' out them hallways
See I got it out the mud, got this shit the hard way
Written by: Robin Banks
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