Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Daily, artist - Obn JayDate of issue: 16.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trap Daily |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| (Ace Bankz on the track) |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Told me they locked, got the keys to the streets |
| Come through, I’m swerving and beating the G |
| We popping, they like, «How?» |
| We have them showing us love, we passing down every street |
| I fuck her lowkey in the trap |
| That ass gon' clap whenever she grab on them knees |
| I’m chasing this money, no cap |
| I plot on the M, I got all this shit on my sleeve |
| Do what I want with the gang |
| All of my niggas gon' ball for real |
| Too turnt up, I’ma call back |
| Bad bitch calling my phone for real |
| Do what I want with the gang |
| All of my niggas gon' ball for real |
| Too turnt up, I’ma call back |
| Bad bitch calling my phone for real |
| Nigga play, he gon' get popped |
| Nigga play, he gon' get popped, popped |
| Nigga play, they gon' get popped |
| Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped |
| Nigga play, they gon' get popped |
| Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped |
| Nigga play then he get popped |
| Nigga play then he get popped, popped |
| Lil' momma be tripping, I call her today |
| Then I gon' stay with the other bitch |
| Plain, no shirt, jean jacket with the Balmains |
| And them Balencis up under it |
| Lame ass nigga keep screaming out he gang |
| But he just faking, he friendly |
| Draco sing to a nigga just like T Pain |
| All of my young niggas be running it |
| Like Adderall, I’ma hype my dawg |
| But, no, real shit, we doing all shit in real life, it’s up, no hype at all |
| Brought good gas and young niggas light that shit up quick |
| I smoke the law |
| Do what I want with the real-real bad-bad bitch |
| No shit, I break her walls |
| , you gon' act, my pockets, shit on flat |
| He standing on the front so I’m blowing up smoke |
| I bet he gon' choke, he won’t come back |
| I’m dripping whatever you thinking about |
| Bet I got it, I know, I splur them stacks |
| Nigga be talking and telling everything |
| And this what I know, must kill all rats |
| Told me they locked, got the keys to the streets |
| Come through, I’m swerving and beating the G |
| We popping, they like, «How?» |
| We have them showing us love, we passing down every street |
| I fuck her lowkey in the trap |
| That ass gon' clap whenever she grab on them knees |
| I’m chasing this money, no cap |
| I plot on the M, I got all this shit on my sleeve |
| Do what I want with the gang |
| All of my niggas gon' ball for real |
| Too turnt up, I’ma call back |
| Bad bitch calling my phone for real |
| Do what I want with the gang |
| All of my niggas gon' ball for real |
| Too turnt up, I’ma call back |
| Bad bitch calling my phone for real |
| I’m known to shoot first, since I was a jit I been putting in work |
| They say it’s a curse, if you play with Von, you end up in a shirt |
| Got bullets that burn |
| The way he was screaming I know that shit hurt |
| Gave my cousin some work |
| And yeah, that’s my cousin but he got to the first |
| All my niggas gon' ball,, fuck it, tear down the mall |
| Four-five in my drawls |
| I passed out a hundred and they didn’t fake me at all |
| Better use gloves when you playing with that raw |
| If you do a hit, better no say what you saw |
| My lawyer want fifty and we ain’t even talk |
| But soon as I call, he getting me out |
| AK’s, I been doing this shit for a decade |
| All hundreds, lil' nigga, these racks |
| Gun so loud, when I shoot I get a headache |
| Ayy, Louie, you Craig, I’m Day-Day |
| Bullets get to raining, Madden |
| Boy, I go nuts for the payday |
| Choppa so strong make a nigga do the Nae Nae |
| Told me they locked, got the keys to the streets |
| Come through, I’m swerving and beating the G |
| We popping, they like, «How?» |
| We have them showing us love, we passing down every street |
| I fuck her lowkey in the trap |
| That ass gon' clap whenever she grab on them knees |
| I’m chasing this money, no cap |
| I plot on the M, I got all this shit on my sleeve |
| Do what I want with the gang |
| All of my niggas gon' ball for real |
| Too turnt up, I’ma call back |
| Bad bitch calling my phone for real |
| Do what I want with the gang |
| All of my niggas gon' ball for real |
| Too turnt up, I’ma call back |
| Bad bitch calling my phone for real |
| Nigga play, he gon' get popped |
| Nigga play, he gon' get popped, popped |
| Nigga play, they gon' get popped |
| Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped |
| Nigga play, they gon' get popped |
| Nigga play, they gon' get popped, popped |
| Nigga play then he get popped |
| Nigga play then he get popped, popped |