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Bruce Wayne! (Trajans) (feat. Pooka & Trajan)
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Bruce Wayne! (Trajans) (feat. Pooka & Trajan) was released on May 25, 2026 by 9062911 Records DK as a part of the album In Gang We Trust!
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Release DateMay 25, 2026
Label9062911 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trajan
Trajan
Rap
Just Jay
Just Jay
Rap
Pooka
Pooka
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trajan
Trajan
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trajan
Trajan
Engineer
RTB BEATS
RTB BEATS
Producer

Lyrics

Hop inside a fancy whip I'm feelin' good like Bruce Wayne
Shorty said she like the way I'm thuggin' cause the way I make my choppa sing
Buy the bitch a diamond ring
All these guns up on my belt I'm feelin' like I'm Major Payne
Like we in Naruto **** beat yo ass like my name Pain
Pooka rappin' on the beat they say I'm changin' up the game
I can't fuck with that lil' bitch cause that lil' bitch she do the same thing
When that bullet made a whistle bet that bullet made yo ear ring
Pooka got some brand new diamonds they be shinin' on my earring
We be runnin' up the murder rate; we drillin' ****
All my hittas runnin' through that back door they be killin' ****
Got them pussy **** hatin' cause the way we winnin' ****
Got them pussy **** hatin' on us cause they bitches
I been tryna stack the paper chase the money get the digits
Can't give a fuck about a opp I spin they block and burn the bridges
And when she givin' up that mop she at the top she break the limit
I put them **** on the spot I grab my Glock said fuck the gimmicks
Bad luh bitch and she wan' come fuck wit the 5's like it's a privilege
Can't even go and get the Sprite without the drank I had to mix it
And I done took so many drugs but I feel like I ain't addicted
All my **** goin' out and they be murkin shi
Cleanin' blood and leave no witnesses
Shorty I don't give a fuck I run it up I'm countin' dividends
Pooka need a bitch that's heaven-sent
Don't give a fuck about where the other bitch went
Sweep em up just like its lint
Yeah Shawty tryna bring a friend it's somethin' like a tag team
Every shot I shoot it's sum like 2k Cause it's all Green
I got purple in the whip you'll think I'm tryna make the car lean
I said that lil bitch did me dirty so I know that's why she callin'
She tryna bring a friend then I might just let her slide
I copped a whip cause I'm depressed that's why the doors are suicide
Lil bitch ain't even got no license but the dick she wanna drive
And yo **** tryna flex when he a broke ain't got no Job
Them **** tryna ride my wave like I'm Rod
Bein' Greedy; tryna reach up for my chain then he died
And if I see my brothers Scoring I don't call for the lob
Cleanin' money dirty money on the floor like a slob
And if it's smoke don't say a thing I might just call on the dawgs
That **** lame your boy rat he might just call on the law
I'm in the booth I'm killin' shit like in this room; like I'm Saw
Money Stackin' its so big it's gettin' mmh gettin' tall
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I been fuckin' up the bag I make it back in the Mornin
The only time your bitch gon' see me I'm on the road and I'm tourin'
They be mad I hit the gas I done hit the gas I be floorin'
They be mad cause I be racin' I treat the whip like I'm Gordon
I said I mean like Jordan and the bitch mad cause I'm in the Stu Recordin
I had a whip baddest bitches in it might just whip the foreign
Bitch mad cause I was broke as shit I'm havin now
I'm knowin'
Stackin' up this paper doin' shit that they ain't knowin'
Backflip I had her backflip I make her a back bend
The way I'm hoopin' Sports Center might put me up on Top 10
And When I hit it I made that shit sound like a adlib
I got the riches only why I did I came from where the rats did it
I made a bag I been rappin I did this shit straight off of Protools
I can't Kick it with these fan lil' ****
Boy I don't know you
Steppin' out like every day I put that shit on like a show do
Gon' take this bag up to the moon I'm doin' shit that I done told you
Yeah Pulled up on yo bitch and yeah sorry yeah she goin'
Yo bitch is quite Annoying I ain't talkin' bout a orange
And ain't no plane I hit the gas only time you see me soarin'
And it's funny cause I bought the watch the plane (plain)
Now I'm Boardin'
Copped a brand new car now I'm floorin' it
Shorty call my phone but I don't answer I'm ignorin' it
I don't give a fuck about you talkin' bout yo ratchet bitch
Pooka walkin' out he lookin' thuggish and he take yo bitch
**** got me yellin' now my finger got a itch
Pooka drinkin' on that liquor whip his dick out take a piss
Pooka rappin' on that beat like he be tryin' to pay his rent
I don't give a fuck about that bitch I need a bitch that's heaven sent
He be shootin' up that crowd don't give a fuck bout where that bullet went
I be drivin' in that cat and then I crash and now it got a dent
Spin up on yo corner **** aka I get it bent
Pooka got a BB bitch and now he make her back bend
Hop inside a fancy whip I'm feelin' good like Bruce Wayne
Shorty said she like the way I'm thuggin' cause the way I make my choppa sing
Buy the bitch a diamond ring
All these guns up on my belt I'm feelin' like I'm Major Payne
Written by: Trajan Brunson
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