Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trappin Aint Dead , by - Section Boyz. Release date: 31.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trappin Aint Dead |
| Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip |
| Box full of bags, not trainers and kicks |
| On a trap round, ain’t changing a bit |
| With a mad browning that came through my bits |
| Tell a nigga act right, I’ll explain to him quick |
| I came with shit, something insane on my hip, like Jadakiss |
| I got a D block, that’s a dense block |
| I don’t ever leave out for a 10 shot |
| Peace now, I don’t care if you messed now |
| Tell a nigga better be round and forget not |
| Fuck your dead squad and your CV |
| And your CD and your best doll |
| I just put a hammer down in a peng block |
| I just put a banger down on a desktop |
| I don’t want no cheesy |
| Tell ‘em amnesia, cause I’m needy |
| Got a box in a bag for that lobs in my hand |
| And that price that I got kinda cheapy |
| I’m old school like Tweenies |
| Now Channel U TV, you might see me |
| Got a freaky gyal named Cece |
| Give me uck when I’m driving speedy |
| Don’t give a fuck, dem guys are neeky |
| Man ah get bucked with the hand ting easy |
| With the clutch, six gears: skeet, skeet |
| Fresh tyres on the rims, screetch, screetch |
| I be running with the ball, that’s mad beef |
| I got a box with tools like Andy |
| On the wave like Jetski |
| And I don’t miss shots like Heskey |
| Still up in the ends |
| Man still me |
| Can’t walk on my creps |
| Man run when they see me |
| Look at these skets |
| They so needy |
| Put your hand on my friend |
| Why you tryna beef me? |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Wah? |
| 015 here, everything ah get lock arff |
| Plus the bruddas dem good, man’s trap line pop arff |
| Everything easy, man she touch me, tease me |
| Dem man are lemon, man squeezy |
| Manaman ah pepper man easy |
| Dem man are Freddy, man are Fredo |
| Just done an event, that’s Play-Doh |
| Gyal strip down when I say so |
| Man ah do road on the main road |
| Bait face, man ah never lay low |
| Course man are tryna get paid though |
| Gyal got a backy like J Lo |
| Man have to shut up when I say so |
| Tell a boy don’t try me |
| Used to run from the plug and it can sign me |
| Ten toes on the streets in some Nikes |
| Chillin' in a bando with some YGs |
| Smoking so much dope, I look Chinese |
| Whoever’s stuck to me, we’re Siamese |
| Brothers stay with me, they ain’t gonna leave |
| Soon as I get the pack, you know it’s gotta be |
| After she give me head, you know she gotta leave |
| Young boy got the strap, don’t bother me |
| I got two packs, Machiavelli |
| R.I.P. |
| to somebody smelly |
| Used to see us chilling outside Morley’s |
| Now they see us at the show or on telly |
| Section, we on the streets for the ready |
| Buss squeeze for the Ps, don’t tempt me |
| Still up in the ends |
| Man still me |
| Can’t walk on my creps |
| Man run when they see me |
| Look at these skets |
| They so needy |
| Put your hand on my friend |
| Why you tryna beef me? |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Still up in the ends, you can see me |
| Getting Ps in the trap, that’s easy |
| Bro got the Chris Brown, not Breezy |
| In my black clothes, looking all greazy |
| That girl, she a sket, she sleazy |
| Wanna talk like they’re real, oh really? |
| Smoke on me, I came with the chimney |
| You can get corn if a man wanna beef me |
| Still up in the streets, still up on the pave |
| And I know 'nuff peng tings in a rave |
| Gyal ah get the beat, they don’t wanna behave |
| Section Boy, team squeeze in the place |
| I dare a man put a hand on my friend |
| You can get blazed if you wanna act brave |
| Still up in the ends, that’s south of the Thames |
| None of these niggas can’t surf on the wave |
| Still up in the ends |
| How you ain’t seen me |
| Put a brick up in Z’s |
| And now I feel sleepy |
| I had too many skengs |
| Roll way too squeezy |
| She’s kinda peng |
| She’s kinda fleeky |
| We can pull up in a Benz |
| Or a bimmer like Beenie |
| Likkle ting here in the ends |
| That’s all either’s needed |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| I make gyal hold a skeng |
| And a likkle beating |
| Still up in the ends |
| Man still me |
| Can’t walk on my creps |
| Man run when they see me |
| Look at these skets |
| They so needy |
| Put your hand on my friend |
| Why you tryna beef me? |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |
| Trapping ain’t dead |
| My connect’s still breathing |