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Trap 4 a Year
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Trap 4 a Year was released on November 28, 2025 by Universal Music Canada as a part of the album One Helluvalife - EP
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Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelUniversal Music Canada
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Casper TNG
Casper TNG
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
heath stone
heath stone
Songwriter
Sharrieff Muhammad
Sharrieff Muhammad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
heath stone
heath stone
Producer
Christopher L Fizo
Christopher L Fizo
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Freeza Chin
Freeza Chin
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Heathstone
[Verse 1]
I'm banishing you to the trap for a year
These **** so broke, they don't switch up the gear
Skrrt off the boys, and we switchin' the gear
I don't see no more cops in my rear
I can't even name one **** I fear
These diamonds, they drip from my wrist to my ear
The fuck did you say? I can't even hear
The fuck did you say? Bitch, what can I say?
I brought a switch, I ain't comin' to play
Pop up and shootin', they runnin' away
Look at this money I made in a day
I do not fuck with that ****, I'm straight
Fuck all them **** that's keepin' the gate
I throw all this cash, she just tryna rake it
Pull out my dick, she just tried to take it
Slow down, bitch, you actin' like a rapist
Big Glock on mе, when I feel the safest
I'm just tryna gеt up out the Matrix
I just fucked your bitch up in my basement
I just turned a nine into a eighteen
I just sold a Jewish man a baby
I didn't mean it like that, don't hate me
Sold him this dope and I got a Mercedes
Just bought a brick, and it's whiter than Katie
[Bridge]
Pain away, my ting
[Verse 2]
And it's bricks for the low
You want performance, it's ten for a show
I'm not the type ever beg for a ho
I'm just the type keep on lettin' 'em go
I met a fine-ass bitch on the road
Champagne Papi a mutual, whoa
That's how I know that this bitch 'bout to go
We on the boat, and I'm makin' her float
Hunnids and fifties, my pockets is swole
I can't fuck with her, she tellin' the world
I might lie to her and say she my girl
I might lie to her and say she my world
I got a thing for brown skin and curls
She got a thing for travelin' world
I might just book her a flight with her girls
Usin' her tongue, she makin' it swirl
Pull up on ****, they jumpin' the fences
Pull up on ****, they tuck in they necklace
He can't run, and I knew he would get hit
Talk on the 'net, and I know where your trench is
Youngins gon' hop out the wheels, and they steppin'
Last **** reached for his gun got his head split
Not even lyin', a factual sentence
Not even lyin', I'm a actual menace
Written by: Sharrieff Muhammad, heath stone
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