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67 - trapping's alive lyrics

[hook: dimzy]
trapping’s alive if you said that it’s dead then you’re lyin’
trapping put shoes on my feet, trapping put corn in the iron
trapping put food in my fridge, trapping pays rent where i live
i trap so much and i’m tired
skengs on skengs and it’s fryin’
trapping’s alive if you said that it’s dead then you’re lyin’
trapping put shoes on my feet, trapping put corn in the iron
trapping put food in my fridge, trapping pays rent where i live
i trap so much and i’m tired
skengs on skengs and it’s fryin’

[verse 1: reekz mb]
they wanna talk about puttin’ in work, but them man just so-so
ride with my blockas, and i ride on my solos
remember that time had her on top, chased by a cop like robo
till i had to hit that back road, and turn usain bolt
man know that i do straight both
and i can get you that leng, boy
if you got beef on the streets, holla me for a skeng, boy
twisted when sh-t gets confusin’
while out, grip it and shoot it
bananas with clips like a movie
never say “die” when f-ckin’ with goonies
ding dongs, cars lookin’ booky
roll up, lean out and shoot it
please ak, don’t play stupid
cos you know exactly what dem yutes did
it’s been a little while i was locked down
now could you get me them trays and lugers
home visits with the tools dem
and show a man about home improvement
summer-time and them guns start tradin’
i got beef on the streets with the paigons
fresh white, blood man’s trainers
fresh white flood just came in
fight for the white, ain’t racist
fight for the rights of papers
everyday i’m gettin’ that cake and
some say “happy belated”

[verse 2: dimzy]
i put my shoes on my feet then i go get my keys
i got too much am in the room and it stinks so i need some febreze
and i got 2 packs in me and i’m bout to drop it off at steve’s
money on my mind when i wake up, money on my mind when i sleep
you see skengs ain’t cheap and the corn ain’t free
but i’ll smoke it for free, bill it up, go to sleep
i do road with my bros, see a opp on his post, park up near the street
all these n-ggas, they run when they see me, i see ’em go speedy
if i see feds on the streets then my ride disappear, houdini
tryna count berr bank rolls and the feds on my case so i’m discreet
the life that i live mad risky, gunshot while you’re beefin’ the 60
asaps and o with that brandy and whisky
i’m on the mains on my own and i’m doin’ bout 50
tryna creep past cops but if i see a opp then i’m gonna park up
25 bells watch the borough spark up
25 bells watch the borough spark up

[verse 3: ld]
look
i just left my flat, 17 missed calls that’s a h-lla racks but i’ma make that back
just got a box of that am, let 3 9’s go i gotta stretch that pack
got a line, h-lla cats, no grub, you know i need to link asap
o for one cat, couple bones for a yard, you know they’re gonna take that crash
2 4 for a o, double that p for a show
still do road for my bros, pull up like “n0body blow”
the feds got doggy and jango trapped in a case like a rambo
h-lla packs get wrapped in a bank roll, make the juice sweeter than mango
shottin’ grub where s got burst
i’ma pull up with mine, you can pull up with yours, bet i’ll pull mine first
feds on my back, they lurk where i trap, i still gotta move this work
max and .44 long, i can show you how all’a that burst
i can show you how all’a that burst
skengs on skengs it’s fryin’
h-lla neeks scream “67k” ain’t none of us dyin’
gotta round on a truck with the gang, none of these n-ggas is slidin’
got a chopper on deck, that’s 50 shots, none of these n-ggas is slidin’

- 67 lyrics

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