Trap Rock Lyrics

Trap rock, trap rock

All these posers get fucked

From the cut I pulled up

Tune your strings then duck

Trap rock, trap rock

All these posers get fucked

From the cut I pulled up

Tune your strings then duck

You ain't ready for them 808s

Now sit down and learn

Snare clap I pack

Make your esophagus burn

Get some triplets going

Gotta spice up the flow

Now I'm bugging and counting them digits

Getting in my zone

Gotta hit up Johnny

Homie estimate an 1/8

At the crib, trees burning

We gotta represent the state

With a tab on my tongue,

Like a bimbo chewing gum

Let my pupils explode

Like the eyedrop is a gun

It's my time to shine

It's my time to glow

It's my time to ride

It's my time to flow

It's my time to shine

It's my time to show

It's your time to hide

It's their time to go

It's my time to shine

It's my time to glow

It's my time to ride

It's my time to flow

It's my time to shine

It's my time to show

It's your time to hide

Cause all these lames now they gotta

Go

Trap rock, trap rock

All these posers get fucked

From the cut I pulled up

Tune your strings then duck

Trap rock, trap rock

All these posers get fucked

From the cut I pulled up

Tune your strings then duck

Who'd wanna start from the bottom

Not from the top, sad

Who'd wanna be what you couldn't be

What's up dad

Who can I be

What can I say

Doing nothing when I can

Like it's my last day

Who'd wanna start from the bottom

Not from the top, sad

Who'd wanna be what you couldn't be

What's up dad

Who can I be

What can I say

Doing nothing when I can

Like it's my last day

It's about none but this