Trapaneze (feat. ISH-ONE) [2MVCH EDIT]

歌詞

We already out of matrix I did and killed it and made it Now hell of money is chase me Bitch wanna taste my word Hot as motherfucker Cause we’re Cooking the greatest I kill your favorite Rappers in a second And making millie at same time I taste it first and Spit it second My time will making a great wine We’re living it good Like we should Ya lame ninjas gonna stay fine I wish you could but You’ll never be would My rhyme making ray lines I ain’t got not time For the maintenance Baking drugish pie in oven Finna bust open Smoking in office Your OG’s never been coach me Young ninjas rolling Flow like god like I’m chosen Ya’ll hiphop is dead You better be back in coffin While I’m rocking here Ya finna stay back in the club Popping some drugs Shoot em all like john wick Pump up my blood You touch my nerve Ya’ll getting it fucking over Some dumb shit Nothing but ghost of culture Coming at me like you Stingy as vulture Like jacking your body Feel like steaming in ganja We’re just twisting it Kicking it louder We trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze What a fuck you need Drifting in Tokyo on the road I’m the fucking hardest We trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze Hell of glossary All you rap pinocchio Chop em down Like I’m an fucking artist We trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze All them geisha’s love me All the gangstas around me Get the profit Trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze Couple of millie in my pocket Fuck it like I’m spending on rocket You already give me hundred I ain’t say shit I promise Some just high off mileage While I’m dropping knowledge A drug dealer eyes Make sure my product is my solid Then we enterprise And surprise em exercise Ya lame ninjas always talking Who got fucking bad hoes But I already done it Nah she wasn’t Yeah I mean not yours Nobody smile on ninjas Treat me like fucking bad joke We came from where the real at Ninja remember me From that smoke 808 bumping and bombing I’ve been here bossing I ain’t with your garbage Artist nonsense Open her leg splash in here Like I’m moses Spitting emoji Killing my emotion Fuck your joint I give em roaches Only for real ones I finna toast When I’m in action Picture in a motion This ain’t no movie She just a give me a head In jacuzzi We at benihana chopping sushi My bitches are migos Bad and boujee Ain’t with your jumper man I finna do it like I been it rocking it bussing it Since I was juvinile Set up the bomb in a second Like booby trap We be the one and you’re not Ya’ll just watching it Ya’ll ain’t gon’ doing that We trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze What a fuck you need Drifting in Tokyo on the road I’m the fucking hardest We trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze Hell of glossary All you rap pinocchio Chop em down Like I’m an fucking artist We trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze All them geisha’s love me All the gangstas around me Get the profit Trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze Yeah we trapaneze Couple of millie in my pocket Fuck it like I’m spending on rocket