CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Scene Smasher
Manny gang stuff
You know what it is
Trappy
Big guns lookin like it’s off of saints row
Big wapper turn your jacket to a waistcoat
N***as better get to runnin like usain bolt
I got runners doing numbers like usain bolt
I got runners doing numbers like mo farah
Until you seen the five-o and I saw power
Had to lock the line off for a whole hour
In the trap for twenty days and had no shower
I got workers in the trap they never lie down
It’s Getting dirty had to switch them inside out
Don’t you think it’s tight how
Every single worker that I’ve had don’t made me five thou’
Then disappearing like five took em on a hide out
I’m fresh back from my time out
Why you think I really eat plugs and then I fly out
I took losses got me thinking what’s life about
But when it gets low you won’t see me going out
Turning up with no p’s about
I get down I get down until we back up
All I know is trap trap trap until we back up
Late nights bagging really f**k a mans back up
Gotta keep hoes that I bag up
Nowadays n***a keep a pole for a back up
Got a whole of drillas that’ll go and light a gaff up
Catch him slippin with a dippy get stabbed up
You know what it is
Normal it’s only gang stuff
And some days I get ga**ed up
But I ain’t tryna see my hand in handcuffs
Amount of times I hit the wing it must be bad luck
Dropped my first freestyle n***as need to catch up
Mask gloves
Big fat wap and some fat slugs
Run off from some plugs I’m on the block like catch us
I ain’t really tryna do a show unless im strapped up
Every grow a n***a ever did put me racks up
Ten quid two boxes of the dank bud
We hit the studio bangers
I dropped trappish now they’re calling it the anthem
We ain’t on no gay sh*t
Change the plate still active in the same whip
I ain’t the kinda kid you wanna play with
I’m in the dinger ding putting in a grave shift
I’m in a dinger ding putting in a grave shift
(On my mums life I’ve gotta make it)
On my mums life I’ve gotta make it
(On my mums life I’ve gotta make it)
On my mums life I’ve gotta make it
Yo
Me and them ain’t the same we some different men
Me and you can’t relate you ain’t been to pen
I think twice and then think again
I’ve f**ked up in my ginger head
Throwing bare work all in my press
My b*t*h bad your real depressed
Nice hotel so I can destress
Remember days I used to p*ss the bed
Cause my house was cold and my mum weren’t home
Still hear that dumb ringtone
Don’t dig for gold cause it’s on my bones
Go get it in and then bring it home
Out of town all on my own
Say can’t believe you ain’t doing shows
Madness the way music goes
I’m cooling on my coolio
Where your from or who you know
Dead that I’m in the studio
Ive done too much of that doing road
Only twenty one but I’m getting old
Moncler on my feathered coat
Crack spilling on twenty notes
I was locked up when they buried bro
Deep sh*t I can’t let it go
Sat there watching hollyoaks eating porridge oats
Thinking someone’s gotta go
You ain’t lived that then you’ll never know
Lived that then you’ll never know
If I robbed you then that’s a bitter most
You be free tickets to a n***as shows
Never argue over silly hoes
Bad b*t*h she digging gold
Shall I change my name or shall I change my phone
Att**ude what’s with your tone
Bag trap and I’m washing bone
You know what it is
Trappy
Big guns lookin like it’s off of saints row
Big wapper turn your jacket to a waistcoat
N***as better get to runnin like usain bolt
I got runners doing numbers like usain bolt
I got runners doing numbers like mo farah
Until you seen the five-o and I saw power
Had to lock the line off for a whole hour
In the trap for twenty days and had no shower
I got workers in the trap they never lie down
It’s Getting dirty had to switch them inside out
Don’t you think it’s tight how
Every single worker that I’ve had don’t made me five thou’
Then disappearing like five took em on a hide out
I’m fresh back from my time out
Why you think I really eat plugs and then I fly out
I took losses got me thinking what’s life about
But when it gets low you won’t see me going out
Turning up with no p’s about
I get down I get down until we back up
All I know is trap trap trap until we back up
Late nights bagging really f**k a mans back up
Gotta keep hoes that I bag up
Nowadays n***a keep a pole for a back up
Got a whole of drillas that’ll go and light a gaff up
Catch him slippin with a dippy get stabbed up
You know what it is
Normal it’s only gang stuff
And some days I get ga**ed up
But I ain’t tryna see my hand in handcuffs
Amount of times I hit the wing it must be bad luck
Dropped my first freestyle n***as need to catch up
Mask gloves
Big fat wap and some fat slugs
Run off from some plugs I’m on the block like catch us
I ain’t really tryna do a show unless im strapped up
Every grow a n***a ever did put me racks up
Ten quid two boxes of the dank bud
We hit the studio bangers
I dropped trappish now they’re calling it the anthem
We ain’t on no gay sh*t
Change the plate still active in the same whip
I ain’t the kinda kid you wanna play with
I’m in the dinger ding putting in a grave shift
I’m in a dinger ding putting in a grave shift
(On my mums life I’ve gotta make it)
On my mums life I’ve gotta make it
(On my mums life I’ve gotta make it)
On my mums life I’ve gotta make it
Yo
Me and them ain’t the same we some different men
Me and you can’t relate you ain’t been to pen
I think twice and then think again
I’ve f**ked up in my ginger head
Throwing bare work all in my press
My b*t*h bad your real depressed
Nice hotel so I can destress
Remember days I used to p*ss the bed
Cause my house was cold and my mum weren’t home
Still hear that dumb ringtone
Don’t dig for gold cause it’s on my bones
Go get it in and then bring it home
Out of town all on my own
Say can’t believe you ain’t doing shows
Madness the way music goes
I’m cooling on my coolio
Where your from or who you know
Dead that I’m in the studio
Ive done too much of that doing road
Only twenty one but I’m getting old
Moncler on my feathered coat
Crack spilling on twenty notes
I was locked up when they buried bro
Deep sh*t I can’t let it go
Sat there watching hollyoaks eating porridge oats
Thinking someone’s gotta go
You ain’t lived that then you’ll never know
Lived that then you’ll never know
If I robbed you then that’s a bitter most
You be free tickets to a n***as shows
Never argue over silly hoes
Bad b*t*h she digging gold
Shall I change my name or shall I change my phone
Att**ude what’s with your tone
Bag trap and I’m washing bone
