Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hashtag 2, artist - MischiefDate of issue: 02.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hashtag 2 |
| Hashtag Trappin, Hashtag Drilling |
| I’ma trap everday, till I’m slow and old |
| Hashtag Trappin, Hashtag Drilling |
| That’s how my Nokia does |
| That’s how my Nokia goes |
| Always live in the beef |
| I wouldn’t feel right if this beef weren’t kicking (live) |
| Ain’t lacked since a teen |
| It Wouldn’t feel right I got caught slipping (you know) |
| I’ll always do heart, no toes |
| Got forbid that I show man different |
| Stretch O’s and I’ll leave him' stretched |
| Hashtag Trapping |
| Hashtag Drillin |
| I heard em' boys out on the block, chillin |
| Can we go 'round and drill it? |
| (drill it) |
| I know one bird |
| She just got ah house in cunch' |
| Come we go graft and bill it? |
| (bill it) |
| And fill this nokia phone with digits |
| I need the gwop, I ain’t kiddin' (kiddin') |
| The trap ain’t dead, it’s alive |
| And it’s kicking |
| Couldn’t rap drill if I did no work (couldn't) |
| My brother that’s murked (hubadar) |
| Trap and drill man did that first |
| I missed calls on lurks (no order) |
| Grip heat no fire works |
| Opp blocks we leave them turnt (turnt up) |
| Back shanks, back mine you’ll turn out worse (worse) |
| They treat me like a star when I’m back in my hood (gip) |
| My brother that’s ments (ments) |
| Like I weren’t out ere tryna chef guys down |
| And load up skengs (troublesome) |
| Took risks when man did hotbox dingers (smoke in cars) |
| Put skengs on peds (irstly) |
| They talk about unknown drills that’s funny (punks) |
| Can’t be mans ends (can't be mans friends) |
| I re up and I get that gone (re up) |
| Told guys mans way too trappy |
| Hotline bling no drizzy song (ring, ring) |
| Round there I gripped and swerved |
| Feds chase gear 4 them turns |
| Skr, skr, skr |
| Fly them humps and mount them curbs |
| We pull on man, no secrets |
| Badmans dem no idiots (idiots) |
| 0−10 Gang dem were spleeging |
| 0−9'teen it’s a Glee ting (Glee ting) |
| Bake of mode I’m treesing |
| Phone going off I’m leaving (leaving) |
| Bro walked with the ruby |
| Fendi Ice, it’s ah piece ting (piece ting) |
| And ST’s cubans dancing |
| Rose Goldting, no glancing (glancing) |
| Man splash man down like ah artist |
| The 12 gauge spreads on targets (targets) |
| Free mad 'Itch', from the wok house |
| Little bro told us to bruck it' (bruck it) |
| Dick down any mans gyal |
| 2nd time round, bitch lock it |
| 2 L’s up, mans jogging |
| When it’s 2 L’s up it’s popping (popping) |
| Flashy fuck |
| Don’t stunt on the gang, in the hood |
| Mans dem robbing |
| Murder wass like «bro» |
| Tell ah man, «pick your coffin» (coffin) |
| Anytime we ching down man |
| Civilians scriming «Stop it!» |
| Ring, Ring |
| That’s how my Nokia does |
| That’s how my Nokia goes (ring) |
| Tom just bought like 8'teen dark |
| I hope he don’t overdose (shit) |
| I know one bird |
| She just got ah house in cunch' |
| She said I can’t trap from her home (I'm calm) |
| I told her, «I Love Money» |
| Then she said she loves coke (mad) |
| Take ah trip to the opp block |
| Then do ah drill live’o (bow) |
| Then it’s back to the ends |
| Laugh out loud then cookie buds to the dome (trappy) |
| Same shit everyday |
| Cop grub and then get dat sold (sold) |
| I’ma trap everyday until I’m slow and old (truss) |
| Always live in the beef |
| I wouldn’t feel right if this beef weren’t kicking (live) |
| Ain’t lacked since a teen |
| It Wouldn’t feel right I got caught slipping (you know) |
| I’ll always do heart, no toes |
| Got forbid that I show man different |
| Stretch O’s and I’ll leave him' stretched |
| Hashtag Trapping |
| Hashtag Drillin |
| I heard em' boys out on the block, chillin |
| Can we go 'round and drill it? |
| (drill it) |
| I know one bird |
| She just got ah house in cunch' |
| Come we go graft and bill it? |
| (bill it) |
| And fill this nokia phone with digits |
| I need the gwop, I ain’t kiddin' (kiddin') |
| The trap ain’t dead, it’s alive |
| And it’s kicking |