Lyrics Trapping Ain't Dead - Section Boyz

Trapping Ain't Dead

Quick, phoned up bro and he gave me a brick
Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip
Box in the bag, not trainers and kicks
On a trap round, ain’t changing a bit
With a mad brown that claim she my bitch
Tell a Nigga act right
I was slaved to a pit
But came with shit’s
Say something on my hip, like Jada Kiss
I got a D blow, that’s against law
I don’t ever leave that for attention
Peace now, I don’t care if you messed up
Tell a nigga better be round If he get none
Fuck your dead squad
And your CT, and your CD
And your best song
I just put a hammer down
In a peng block
I just put a banger down in a desktop
(2: Sleeks)
I don’t want no cheesy
Tell her amnesia cos 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 tryna use TV might see me
Got a freaaky girl named Cee-Cee
Gimme uckk
When I’m driving speedy
Don’t give a fuck dem Guys are needy
Mana get bucked with the hand ting Easy
With the clutch 6 gears
Skeet, Skeet
Fresh tires on the rim
Screetch, Screetch
I’ll be running with the ball, that’s mad b
I got a box with tools like Andy
On a wave like Jetski
And I don’t miss shots like Heskey
(Swift)
Still up in the ends
Man still me
Can’t walk in my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you trying to 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
(3: Inch)
0ld 50 here everything ah get luck off
Plus the brothers dem good
Man trapline pap off
Everything easy
Man she touch me, Tease me
Dem man are lemon man squeezy
Manaman are pepperman easy
Dem man are freddy man 'fraid doe
Just done an event, That’s play’dough
Gyal strip down when I say so
Man will do road, In the main road
Bait face, Man I never lay low
Course man trynna get paid tho
Gyal got a backy like J’Lo
Man have to shutup when I say so
(4: K’Nine)
Tell a boy don’t try me, used to run from the plug on a cosign me
Ten toes on the street that’s a Nikey
Chillin' in a bando with some YG’s
Smoking so much dope I look Chinese
Bruv what’s up, Can’t hear you with simeys
Brother say with me, Ain’t gonna leave
Soon as I get the pack you know its gotta leave
After she give me hatty, you know she gotta leave
Young boy got a strap, Don’t bother me
Akh got two packs, Makavelli
R.I.P.
to somebody smelly
Used to see us chilling outside Morley’s
Now they see us on the show or on Telly
Section we in the street for the readies
But I squeeze for the Ps dont tempt me,
(Swift)
Still up in the ends
Man still me
Can’t walk in my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you trying to 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
(5: Littlez)
Still up in the ends, You can see me
Getting P’s in the trap That’s easy
Bro got the Chris Brown, Not breezy
In my black Clothes, Looking all greezy
That gyal she a sket, She’s sleezy
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 in the pave
And I know nuff' pengtings in a rave
Gyal get a beat, They don’t wanna behave
Section Boy, Team Squeeze in a place
I dare a man put a hand on my friend
You can get a blade, If you wanna act brave
Still up in the ends, That’s south for the Thames
None of these Niggas can’t surf on the wave
(6: Swift)
Still up in the ends, How you ain’t seen me
Put a brick up in Z’s, Now I feel sleepy
I had too many skenz, Real way to squeezy
She’s kinda peng, She’s kinda fleeky
We can pull up in a Benz, Or a bimmer like Beenie
Wicked dinger in the ends that only if its needed,
Trapping ain’t dead
My connect’s still breathing
I make gyal hold a skeng
and a little beating
(Swift)
Still up in the ends
Man still me
Can’t walk in my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you trying to 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