Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Phone, artist - NLE Choppa. Date of issue: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Phone |
| Ay, check my pockets, what I made today |
| Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new J’s (Brand New J’s) |
| Yeah, and I cain’t lie, you know I paved the way |
| Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (Ridin' my wave) |
| Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin' |
| Choker chain blingin' |
| Two hoes double teamin' (Teamin') |
| Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen |
| Tellin' me they love me, but I don’t know the meaning |
| Ayy, I break that shit out when it’s time to play |
| Got SK’s and dirty K’s |
| I catch fades and walk away |
| My last kill I played the role of a snake, how I snaked the snake |
| Last drill tried to put a ape on the shirt like it’s Bathing Ape |
| You on some tough shit |
| Most the shit that get you bust quick |
| Watch yo mouth that’s a baby Glock ready to bust shit |
| Why you running I bet this Glock shootin' |
| Why you running you know I headshot, muggin' |
| Green tips, blue tips, slime got a cousin |
| He can’t believe that I’m really rich, but never sent a hit |
| Billion streams up |
| I did a drill with my nigga bitch |
| Head huncho of the gang and I’m still in the field with it |
| Bust a nigga brain, and told his brother come and deal with it |
| Ay, check my pockets, what I made today |
| Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new J’s (Brand New J’s) |
| Yeah, and I cain’t lie, you know I paved the way |
| Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (Ridin' my wave) |
| Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin' |
| Choker chain blingin' |
| Two hoes double teamin' (Teamin') |
| Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen |
| Tellin' me they love me, but I don’t know the meaning (Don't know the meaning) |
| Two Glocks get shot, give a nigga a Glock shell (Brr) |
| Yo' top get cropped, then I’m goin' to make bail (Brr) |
| Y’all niggas act good, all my opps be Denzel (Brr) |
| Saw him, he ran, bitch you know how to tuck a tail (Brrrr) |
| Ayy, and I ain’t never told shit |
| Since a youngin' I’ve been Loc’ing |
| I move in slow motion (Crip, crip, crip) |
| He was scared to come out, I kick the door in |
| Put the pole in his brother’s mouth, say some and lose it (Say sum nigga) |
| I’m in this bitch with a whole lot of shottas |
| Whole lot of shots, Hakuna Matata |
| Better tell 'em chill 'fore it be a problem |
| Fifty shots in the Glock, no doctor |
| Nigga think it’s sweet, so I shot him |
| With no problem |
| Choppa make him do the NLE Choppa |
| Leave him in the streets when I caught him |
| Ay, check my pockets, what I made today |
| Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new J’s (Brand New J’s) |
| Yeah, and I cain’t lie, you know I paved the way |
| Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (Ridin' my wave) |
| Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin' |
| Choker chain blingin' |
| Two hoes double teamin' (Teamin') |
| Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen |
| Tellin' me they love me, but I don’t know the meaning |
| Don’t know the meaning dawg |
| NLE, Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda |