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trapx10 - 950 lyrics

950 lyrics
[intro]
(ayo freddy, this one’s crazy)
(r14)

[verse 1: trapx10 & v9]
party vibe, with the masheen
i ain’t on the rocks, i’ma brandy (no way)
d+mn right, this hammer come handy, let sweets fire, no piñata candy (baow)
come from sweets, like hansel and gretel
no cscs, for this metal
my man’s stressed, got hit with some pebbles
flinstones, bamm+bamm and hit pedals
my kartel’s vybzin’, next+minute, ridin’
in the trap, with a dumper (baow)
bro left eighteen holes in his jumper, left in a bunker
put him under (free him)
i try put a hole+in+one, got parred, when the hand ting started, actin’ (p+ssed)
if i ain’t hittin’ l!cks or rappin’, i got birdies on the ends, i’m trappin’
aye, come here
[verse 2: v9]
them man try pull up and bang (nah)
i’m lookin’ at bro, is it pellets or blanks?
shank in my hand, don’t sk+nk, don’t scream like ++++ (nah)
when the pr+ck got splashed (ching, ching)
i’m in a three+door truck, i’m cruisin’ (yes)
wind+down the window, abuse it (grr, baow)
i doroad, tryna blow man’s face pr+15
if i operate mans brain (grr, baow, baow)
you fell for the trap, shoulda held ten, but he got seven instead (splash, splash)
bro’s with skeng and i got mine, don’t get caught when it’s night time (nah)
gang pull up and we go wild (baow)
young boy swing a axe like fortnite (swing that)
you got dropped in his head, now it’s night+night (ha+ha)
but he came back, like fortnite (d+mn)
beef zombies, this sh+t come like fright night (gone)

[verse 3: pr sad]
p+ssed that he didn’t turn hashtag, you know that we back+shot, the way that we teared him
ask ++++, by the size of his bearin’s, bro hit him bad, now he wears them as earrin’s
we ain’t really into the braggin’, but when you talk ++++, you know that we cleared him
confirms, there’s no comparin’, two in a year, had the whole block tearin’
face shots, i’m a elegant demon
chest shots, without know why we’re beefin’
ask ++++ mum, ’bout greivin’
i heard she chattin’ to the blogs in meetin’s, leave it
he ain’t comin’ back like jesus
his face got crossed off a leaflet
we really do drills, they speak it, my latest drill, two tan, then i beat it
[verse 4: v9, pr sad, trapx10 & doroad]
tap+tap+tapped it twice, hit one (gllt, bah)
i wish broski came in, finished my lunch
they might survive off luck (d+mn)
’cause he’s got one lung, sh+t must be tough (ha+ha)
rough, look at the bells it’s nut, when i got down two, broski got one (mhm)
they know about us (us) fill up the van, let’s look for punks
all the sh+t, we done, can’t bring to light
all the wounds that he got, they can’t bring him to life
we was fifteen tryna ling off a bike
you couldn’t imagine, what i did in my prime
in my pinnacle, [?] got twenty five, more than critical
six got bun, the damage was minimal
four got dropped, won’t stop ’til we k!ll ’em all
bro threw up a .9 like v, no gang signs, he was lettin’ off t (bap+bap)
the pr, sent him to the er, but the .44 long would’ve chalked that scene (dead boy)
ho+hopped out and he try make off, took chase, but i caught up quick with ease
wipe my nizz, on my mans top, made off in a rs++++ (duckin’)
twenty in the+twenty in the scorps, we’re lettin’ it ring (we’re gonna tap it)
from old+school pedal bike days, if your chest on face, then it’s classed as a ying
when i see my man, i’m gonna argue with him
we got three in the fours, gonna bargain with him (baow)
jump out, sparkin’ a pin (boy)
even if i ain’t back rappin’, my ting there waitin’
you know she gonna park off the ting, yo
two hammers up, like god (like god)
all the f+ck+boys know what i’m on
i’m a real badman, i’ll do it for my block
i’m a real gunman, on this block, where i shot (baow)
lake in the rex, it dropped when it locks
it late and he’s vexxed, he got dropped by the dots (boy, boy)
late and he’s vexxed, he got dropped by the dots

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