Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost in the Trap , by - Ty. Release date: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lost in the Trap |
| And it’s the peng, no question |
| Live in the T, detention |
| They couldn’t ever tarnish this |
| I hit the my whole strip |
| Got the guysdem benchin' |
| Pack in the pot I’m stretchin' |
| Any kind of drop man’s stretchin' |
| They couldn’t ever say man’s weak |
| But if they believe, recommend my bredrin |
| They couldn’t ever say man’s weak |
| But if they believe, tell 'em fuck right off |
| One up bell in this bot |
| Two ton ting tryna turn man pot |
| Lost in the trap, I’m lost |
| A thousand text for the thousand rock |
| Shit, how many times man fuck up the streets |
| Doin' re- to a thousand prof' |
| Them other niggas spite their 'rex |
| Now E1's tryna fry man’s head |
| For the pack and the line invest |
| But that ain’t the right success |
| You ain’t got a line, you’re ments |
| So, how you gon' ride on them? |
| I never had a five in spreads |
| Done put weight on my line and benched |
| Starve when I bought my Q’s |
| Me and S went half on twos |
| Bitch, if you ain’t took that risk for the bread |
| Then you ain’t got a point of view |
| Tell me when you done that shit |
| Bando sleepin', awake to kids |
| I got love for this flick |
| This two ton ting could’ve left him pissed |
| Chat for Patch and get hit |
| I must trap, mash, invest and then flip |
| We went nuts on this strip |
| Tell my man go serve her this bits |
| Winchester for this stick |
| X banged it so how could it miss? |
| We trap mad, we did glid |
| When niggas weren’t out about on this shit |
| We was in the bando plan |
| That’s no prospect in the finest form |
| They said they’re gonna ride, it’s talk |
| Man spray pen like a line and chalk |
| You ain’t never seen five you bums |
| Last year, I lost five on drums |
| Bro said we can’t fly then rose |
| 'Cause Pocus bando doin' up crumbs |
| Had to mix the ten with bosh |
| Cah I’m really on stretchin' prof' |
| Smoke in the left with Duff |
| Don, are they gonna catch this cough? |
| They wanna assure that love |
| Cah we got the corn on us |
| They couldn’t ever say man’s weak |
| But if they believe, recommend my bredrin |
| They couldn’t ever say man’s weak |
| But if they believe, tell 'em fuck right off |
| One up bell in this bot |
| Two ton ting tryna turn man pot |
| Lost in the trap, I’m lost |
| A thousand text for the thousand rock |
| Shit, how many times man fuck up the streets |
| Doin' re- to a thousand prof' |
| I went and took a L October |
| December when I made it back |
| Moschino on my back |
| Could’ve wore Lou' but I wore my Avs |
| Why you gonna lie you tramp? |
| Better go find your dash |
| I went and put a typh' in racks |
| Sleep over with the line and cats |
| I never had a five in spreads |
| My brudda really died, it’s ments |
| Never could I reside in friends |
| Grab the Ben-10, put life in them |
| Free TT Wap, that’s fling |
| Buss down men on the bussy ting |
| No one ain’t help man out on no trench |
| They took my step like a gusty wind |
| Wait, fling, fling this weight |
| Doin' up discus bait |
| Last time, me, D Sav in the ride |
| FY tryna wig man bait |
| I really did rev fourth gear to the max power |
| Never could catch this case |
| Blue lightin' in the rears there |
| I ain’t even gonna tap my breaks |
| And, how the fuck we lost bands and Patch? |
| I was with my little bros front linin' |
| I was really tryna see P shinin' |
| All the grindin' done fuck up the timin' |
| No toleration, just ridin' |
| Hoover stick ain’t nuttin' like Dyson |
| TT don’t know 'bout hypin' |
| Headshot, earshot, do him like Tyson |
| Had to mix the ten with bosh |
| Cah I’m really on stretchin' prof' |
| Smoke in the left with Duff |
| Don, are they gonna catch this cough? |
| They wanna assure that love |
| Cah we got the corn on us |
| They couldn’t ever say man’s weak |
| But if they believe, recommend my bredrin |
| They couldn’t ever say man’s weak |
| But if they believe, tell 'em fuck right off |
| One up bell in this bot |
| Two ton ting tryna turn man pot |
| Lost in the trap, I’m lost |
| A thousand text for the thousand rock |
| Shit, how many times man fuck up the streets |
| Doin' re- to a thousand prof' |