Lyrics Melodic Trapstar - Robin Banks

Melodic Trapstar

Trapping all day
Yeah, yeah
I’m still here, i’m still here
I’m still here, i’m still here
And i’m trapping all day
And i’m bout that gun
I’ve been trapping all day, trapping out them hallways
See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way
And i do what i want nigga fuck what y’all say
It’s either my way or gang shooting broad day
And i made record sales
Jugging and finessing off my el cartel
Trapping out them hallways
See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way
And we shooting broad day
The ways these things be singing you’ll think it’s Broadway
Fuck with the law say and i do what i want nigga fuck what y’all say
And i do the most bloody stepping when i’m rocking christian loafs
10k for the feature, forty for that snow
Two hunned for the land tiano for that ghost
Yeah, and you can’t hang with us
Yeah i know you flexing you can’t bang with us
Thirty on a chain it ain’t a thing to us
Try and snatch my shit it get really dangerous
I drive a rolls like it’s a nascar
Hear my voice melodic trapstar
I keep on whipping up until the crack hard
Trapping out the front, lakeshore my backyard
I’ve been trapping all day, trapping out them hallways
See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way
And i do what i want nigga fuck what y’all say
It’s either my way or gang shooting broad day
And i made record sales
Jugging and finessing off my el cartel
Trapping out them hallways
See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way
Kick door burglary niggas tried to murder me
A hunned bands in a trap, their money for surgery
I’m aiming for the head, you niggas gave me 3rd degree
In the streets Louboutin, courthouse Burberry
Fuck with no stupid bitch, dumb bitches is erxing me
I can’t go for now my shooters perking
These niggas lurking but i see em
Courts gang my hood like the coliseum
I wouldn’t wanna be em
Mama don’t like the hustle
But the bills paid
How can i stay hunned
When these bills changed
I don’t rock Louis V if it ain’t flipped down
UTM SOS bitch we the shit now
I drive a rolls like it’s a nascar
Hear my voice melodic trapstar
I keep on whipping up until the crack hard
Trapping out the front, lakeshore my backyard
I’ve been trapping all day, trapping out them hallways
See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way
And i do what i want nigga fuck what y’all say
It’s either my way or gang shooting broad day
And i made record sales
Jugging and finessing off my el cartel
Trapping out them hallways
See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way