Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Melodic Trapstar , by - Robin BanksRelease date: 26.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |