lirik lagu chris (c block) – trap kid 2.0
{intro: chris}
~low on ammunition! ~yeh!~
same kid, same block ([?] run it up)
i’m runnin’ in and out like i ain’t hot (k~k~kingsley)
yo
my line went dead, i copped a load of weed
for a few months this nokia’s controllin’ me
~nokia ring tone~
{chorus: chris}
trap kid, stack big
don’t let your opposition
chat sh~t
slap pr~cks
go get the .45
i don’t really trust b~tches
because they all lie
{verse 1: chris}
i’m in the trap for real (for real)
doin’ the maddest deals (i’m juggin’)
i’ve just come out of pen, it’s back on my pedal again (my ride)
lookin’ for clientele, won’t eat if i don’t buy and sell
i’m tryna find a plug and n~ggas tryna find a missus
yo, and free all of my n~ggas locked up in the prison (hmp)
most of them some trappers
probably pattern their visits
i’m tryna get my digits
tryna supply the scene
that’s why i’m out doin’ laps like lightning mcqueen
~racing car engine~
{chorus}
trap kid, stack big
don’t let your opposition
chat sh~t
slap pr~cks
go get the .45
i don’t really trust b~tches
because they all lie
{verse 2: ace}
i’m in the streets for real (for real)
i could line a mil
his friend don’t want no problems
help me chef him and we got a deal
bad b twist and turn (undress)
i told her straight man you got s~x appeal (gwarn)
and now my mate like alice
when they’re running i’m gon’ clip a heal
my cut is special still
potato set to peel
i’m runnin’ low on crow
i get a grow and hit the trap for real {i’m off}
i be like two shanks up (twinnin’)
tryna get them goons that left their friend in the cut
now there friend’s gettin’ cut
n~gga, pull out and buss
don’t take no fuss
if she’s loose, n~gga, dust (cut)
kick up a fuss if the re~up come dust (rocky or buds)
f~ck up them yutes if they try be like us
{chorus}
trap kid, stack big
don’t let your opposition
chat sh~t
slap pr~cks
go get the .45
i don’t really trust b~tches
because they all lie
{verse 3: holla}
(holla)
just grabbed a re
and i flew it quick (zoom)
control the line
ygs run the strip (f~ck that)
in under two months i pedalled a brick (racks)
if my stacks’a get hot gonna take a trip (i’m gone)
for real
tryna make a mil
tell a cat to tell a cat (tell ’em)
i do a better deal
and i guarantee
the white will make you ill (eurgh)
cats keep pressing up
gotta tell ’em chill (oi!)
{chorus}
trap kid, stack big
don’t let your opposition
chat sh~t
slap pr~cks
go get the .45
i don’t really trust b~tches
because they all lie
{verse 4: torment}
i just made twenty bags and it’s straight prof (cash)
when the connect rang, i turned my phone off (won)
he musta forgot
he was looking at a boss
little did he know
had fifty racks in one of my spots (correct)
put two in the rusty one
and put five in the godd~mn spinner (five)
a n~gga try come for my food
see he had to hold five for dinner (king)
i’m a good yute at heart
but deep down i’m a sinner
so don’t play with my f~cking emotions
’cause then i’ll turn into a k!ller
he thought he was a king so he rolls up (rolls up)
when he rolls up he got poked up
he thought he was afraid of his olders
till he found out that c block owned ’em
dem man dere some jokers
dem man just got vocals
i just phoned up my young g
like what have you got in total (what you made)
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