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AR15 - Trapping Ain't Dead [Section Remix] Lyrics



AR15 - Trapping Ain't Dead [Section Remix] Lyrics
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[ Featuring Section Boyz ]

Quick, phoned up bro and he gave me a brick
Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip
Box full of bags, not trainers and kicks
On a trap round, ain't changing a bit
With a mad browning that came through my bits
Tell a nigga act right, I'll explain to him quick
I came with shit, something insane on my hip, like Jadakiss

I got a D block, that's a dense block
I don't ever leave out for a 10 shot
Ps now, I don't care if you messed up
Tell a nigga better be round and forget not
F*ck your dead squad and your CV
And your CD and your best doll
I just put a hammer down in a peng block
I just put a banger down on a desktop

I don't want no cheesy
Tell 'em amnesia, 'cause I'm needy
Got a box in a bag for that lobs in my hand
And the price that I got, kinda cheapy
I'm old school like Tweenies
Now Channel U TV, you might see me
Got a freaky gyal named Cece
Give me uck when I'm driving speedy
Don't give a f*ck, them guys are neeky
Man ah get bucked with the hand ting easy
With the clutch, six gears: skeet, skeet
Fresh tyres on the rims, screetch, screetch
I be running with the ball, that's mad beef
I got a box with tools like Andy
On the wave like Jetski
And I don't miss shots like Heskey

Still up in the ends
Man see still me
Can't walk on my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you tryna beef me?

Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing

015 here, everything ah get lock arff
Plus the bruddas dem good, man's trap line pop arff
Everything easy, man she touch me, tease me
Dem man are lemon, man squeezy
Manaman ah pepper man easy
Dem man are Freddy, man are Fredo
Just done an event, that's Play-Doh
Gyal strip down when I say so
Man ah do road on the main road
Bait face, man ah never lay low
Course man are tryna get paid though
Gyal got a backy like J Lo
Man have to shut up when I say so

Tell a boy don't try me
Used to run from the plug and it can sign me
Ten toes on the streets in some Nikes
Chillin' in a bando with some YGs
Smoking so much dope, I look Chinese
Whoever's stuck to me, we're Siamese
Brothers stay with me, they ain't gonna leave
Soon as I get the pack, you know it's gotta be
After she give me head, you know she gotta leave
Young boy got the strap, don't bother me
I got two packs, Machiavelli
R.I.P. to somebody smelly
Used to see us chilling outside Morley's
Now they see us at the show or on telly
Section, we on the streets for the ready
Buss squeeze for the Ps, don't tempt me

Still up in the ends
Man still see me
Can't walk on my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you tryna beef me?

Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing

Still up in the ends, you can see me
Getting Ps in the trap, that's easy
Bro got the Chris Brown, not Breezy
In my black clothes, looking all greazy
That girl, she a sket, she sleazy
Wanna talk like they're real, oh really?
Smoke on me, I came with the chimney
You can get corn if a man wanna beef me
Still up on the streets, still up on the pave
And I know 'nuff peng tings in a rave
Gyal ah get the beat, they don't wanna behave
Section Boy, team squeeze in the place
I dare a man put a hand on my friend
You can get blazed if you wanna act brave
Still up in the ends, that's south of the Thames
None of these niggas can't surf on the wave

Still up in the ends
How you ain't seen me
Put a brick up in Z's
And now I feel sleepy
I had too many skengs
Roll way too squeezy
She's kinda peng
She's kinda fleeky
We can pull up in a Benz
Or a bimmer like Beenie
Likkle ting here in the ends
That's all either's needed
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
I make gyal hold a skeng
And a likkle beating

Still up in the ends
Man still see me
Can't walk on my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you tryna beef me?

Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
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Quick, phoned up bro and he gave me a brick
Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip
Box full of bags, not trainers and kicks
On a trap round, ain't changing a bit
With a mad browning that came through my bits
Tell a nigga act right, I'll explain to him quick
I came with shit, something insane on my hip, like Jadakiss

I got a D block, that's a dense block
I don't ever leave out for a 10 shot
Ps now, I don't care if you messed up
Tell a nigga better be round and forget not
F*ck your dead squad and your CV
And your CD and your best doll
I just put a hammer down in a peng block
I just put a banger down on a desktop

I don't want no cheesy
Tell 'em amnesia, 'cause I'm needy
Got a box in a bag for that lobs in my hand
And the price that I got, kinda cheapy
I'm old school like Tweenies
Now Channel U TV, you might see me
Got a freaky gyal named Cece
Give me uck when I'm driving speedy
Don't give a f*ck, them guys are neeky
Man ah get bucked with the hand ting easy
With the clutch, six gears: skeet, skeet
Fresh tyres on the rims, screetch, screetch
I be running with the ball, that's mad beef
I got a box with tools like Andy
On the wave like Jetski
And I don't miss shots like Heskey

Still up in the ends
Man see still me
Can't walk on my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you tryna beef me?

Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing

015 here, everything ah get lock arff
Plus the bruddas dem good, man's trap line pop arff
Everything easy, man she touch me, tease me
Dem man are lemon, man squeezy
Manaman ah pepper man easy
Dem man are Freddy, man are Fredo
Just done an event, that's Play-Doh
Gyal strip down when I say so
Man ah do road on the main road
Bait face, man ah never lay low
Course man are tryna get paid though
Gyal got a backy like J Lo
Man have to shut up when I say so

Tell a boy don't try me
Used to run from the plug and it can sign me
Ten toes on the streets in some Nikes
Chillin' in a bando with some YGs
Smoking so much dope, I look Chinese
Whoever's stuck to me, we're Siamese
Brothers stay with me, they ain't gonna leave
Soon as I get the pack, you know it's gotta be
After she give me head, you know she gotta leave
Young boy got the strap, don't bother me
I got two packs, Machiavelli
R.I.P. to somebody smelly
Used to see us chilling outside Morley's
Now they see us at the show or on telly
Section, we on the streets for the ready
Buss squeeze for the Ps, don't tempt me

Still up in the ends
Man still see me
Can't walk on my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you tryna beef me?

Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing

Still up in the ends, you can see me
Getting Ps in the trap, that's easy
Bro got the Chris Brown, not Breezy
In my black clothes, looking all greazy
That girl, she a sket, she sleazy
Wanna talk like they're real, oh really?
Smoke on me, I came with the chimney
You can get corn if a man wanna beef me
Still up on the streets, still up on the pave
And I know 'nuff peng tings in a rave
Gyal ah get the beat, they don't wanna behave
Section Boy, team squeeze in the place
I dare a man put a hand on my friend
You can get blazed if you wanna act brave
Still up in the ends, that's south of the Thames
None of these niggas can't surf on the wave

Still up in the ends
How you ain't seen me
Put a brick up in Z's
And now I feel sleepy
I had too many skengs
Roll way too squeezy
She's kinda peng
She's kinda fleeky
We can pull up in a Benz
Or a bimmer like Beenie
Likkle ting here in the ends
That's all either's needed
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
I make gyal hold a skeng
And a likkle beating

Still up in the ends
Man still see me
Can't walk on my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you tryna beef me?

Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
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Writer: Nana Rogues Bediako, Colin Fabian Browne, Carlos Jordan Duncan, Ryan James Daniel Lyle
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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