the real trappers

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. qwerty ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖:3  die slow ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶) ((w/yandere suna))<3 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

greedy prod. zjay

ina trap kountn komas ya i ben getn kake
glok on me fina drop ya ya i put it 2 yo faxe
jugg rich kountn guala i think i shud up my rates
ima yung vamp osama on yo blok i krash dat plane
huh, yuh , ran off wit his guap like fuk it
ya hitin dese jugs ain nutn
popa lil perk jus tryna feel somethin
lil patchy she gon slump em
girl i luh double kuppin ya
ya im lockin in so boy jus shut it

aye i hada stop poppn flats 
dem bars gon get u waked
boy u windows i got mak
i point it at u den blast
i up the score up on yo gang
ya im puffn on paks on paks
we got bombs on us jus like gaza
nihh yo ice from alibaba
im in space i feel like nasa
break in yo crib nihh like santa
ya i jus need some commas
iain tryna deal wit dat dramaa
i been ridin round wit my choppa
ima big dawg no chihuaha
yaaa

u mad im up u not
hatin on me u a bot
throw me some bread den im on yo song
walk inna function errbody shot
bran new benz i whip it like nos
im wit da scarlet devil mob
we jus caught a brand new opp
yaaaa aye
bwoa stop , in my comments yall luh 2 talk
ion kno wat i did to yall
i jus been boolin wit my squad
u gon run off
naw , i cant call yall opps
aye ya
i beef wit youkai n gods

ina trap kountn komas ya i ben getn kake
glok on me fina drop ya ya i put it 2 yo faxe
jugg rich kountn guala i think i shud up my rates
ima yung vamp osama on yo blok i krash dat plane
huh, yuh , ran off wit his guap like fuk it
ya hitin dese jugs ain nutn
popa lil perk jus tryna feel somethin
lil patchy she gon slump em
girl i luh double kuppin ya
ya im lockin in so boy jus shut it

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Osama Prod Apollo

@nitori2warr
@luckystarloser

yeah its suwako juggin
he gettin fried we cook em
caught him in da 9 and we shook em
his ass was real fat so i took it
u got protools u a dumb nigga
we got arps dont fuk wit us
im 2 raw yea im cut wit it
only hang wit sum real hittas
yea dey came from da gutta
i got rhymes like a busta
walk down we gon bust ya
arps got dem cuttas
draco sing a love song

i got a pack tell my bro to go long
liftin dese bricks nigga ye im so strong
u aint even got no motion
posted up in gensokyo n we sippin on sum potion
2 headshots yea we hit him dos times

go long w/ nitori2warr (prod frustration)

@yurkiez

dont walk down u not on shi
cirno c jus like a crip
ye im wit da gang and we chillin in da vip
pourin up sum green pussy boy i will not sip
ngas say im mean but i rlly do not care
cookin wit sanae
ye we in da 9
bullets hit his spine
ngas waste my time
imma keep on thumbing thru dese checks
in da booth all fucking night cant get no rest
i eradicate a hoe like dat bitch was a pest
i walk down cus im so throwed put 3 bullets in his chest

time (prod yk) #9ENSOKYO

https://youtu.be/j41HXcmfvnA?si=mFwRxa30hSSdKFh7

ima spazz alot
in dis bih go fast on em
200 my dash on em
200 when i see the po runnin
200 RPD the pole on em
yeah i took his soul but ima ghost hunta
yhu aint make no money thassa kold summa
yhu a dumb nigga but yo hoe duma
got a dumb stixk nigga im a dumb drumma
got dat pipe on me like a dumb plumba
ARP hit his fuxking brains out got dat pipe on me aint no low numba
i got stupid rich nigga stupid bitch you juss mad that i not no newcomba

yeah im baxk bitxh
i dont like these niggas get off mah baxk bitxh
high note, on dat side note my poxkets sagg bitxh
dat mag on, i see Five-0 my khoppa slam bitxh
yeah that shit kap
kome and step in da ring
bitxh ill getchu bakk
yo shi ass
got magik on me
kome and getchu whaxked 
got dat fa-shion dat pradda T
this aint miss the match
on my lap
this that ARP
this aint "this" or "that"

fuck that dumb nigga, fuck that bitxh too ill get yall snatxhed
yall niggas talk on me, but dats fine too i want me a hat
tryna flokk on me, but that 5.56 send lil niggas bakk
SRT, swerve it out the lot, kuz Five-0 on my ass
thats on god pussy nigga
i kaught a hat, and he said you snitxhed nigga you a fraud pussy nigga
i roll it up, put you inna pakk now u in da sky pussy nigga

Ghost Hunta Prod. 15drtt

@sxnnai
@tgwog
@luckeyknows

ngas stealing swag bitch i cant go
hmm
walkin down tha block wit dat draco
hmm
u can see the bling wit my chains on
but i always been da same i cant change up

yuh i cant change for no bitch nah
ball like chris paul
remi work dat wrist haaa
tell dat boy to pipe down wit dat shit talk
tell dat boy to pipe down cus his bitch took
yea dat pussy boy a clown
lay him down in the ground
yah talk on gang dat boy cannot come around
i jus ran up a lil check
spend a band and den fuck up the rest
hmm squishin dat boy like a pest
make his head lean back like pez
heard u was talkin dat shi
well lemme hear what u said
1 shot brodie wont miss
arp its gon take off yo dreads

shiroko

arp gon take off his top
u aint rlly bout it jus stop
i might push out way to fast go like 200
yo gang cant do what i do got no munyun
step in dat bitch im off dat gtv i get dat hoe jumpin
all dis money thumbin
choppa get to dumpin
556 wit da black tip bet dat hoe ass nigga gon scream
fell asleep off of the lean yuh
dosing off i cannot see ya
bitch im a thief in da night yuh
bitch im a thief for tha night yuh

swag (prod. sennai x tgwog x luckey)

https://soundcloud.com/ayastaxks
https://soundcloud.com/apollooo2
Chop sing like Miku
Uppin that pole, got G2~
chop sayin nice to meet you
I hop in that beam, zoom
Heard you broke, can't be you
Niggas tryn do what we do, I ain't ask for a "V2"
Niggas hate, aye, ain't nun change
Yeah, I been in my lane,
I'm uppin chop, ain't runnin no fades
30 rounds in my K
30 on my waist
I'm boutta up my rates
We in the trap house makin sales

Needa get some bands now,
Nigga tryn pull my pants down,
I'm finna pull my fangs out
Why the fuck you so fanned out?
I never needed a hand out,
Yeah, I'm countin bands now, 
Yeah, my nigga just crashed out
I keep chop on me, boy don't lose yo life
Aye, money on my mind
Better not be wasting my time
I think the feds tappin my line
Puffin opp pack, I'm so fried
This danmaku, goin through the spine
He in a body bag, cause he lied

Chop sing like Miku
Uppin that pole, got G2~
chop sayin nice to meet you
I hop in that beam, zoom
Heard you broke, can't be you
Niggas tryn do what we do, I ain't ask for a "V2"
Niggas hate, aye, ain't nun change
Yeah, I been in my lane,
I'm uppin chop, ain't runnin no fades
30 rounds in my K
30 on my waist
I'm boutta up my rates
We in the trap house makin sales

im in the trap nigga make plays 
im still clutchin this big ahh drac 
crackin dis new pint of some drank 
pull up with the chop get spanked
bitch im ballin out like deng 
she try run up got banged 
i jus bus a scrip hit da bank 
shoot em from down the street got range 
you a lame nigga cant hang 
im with sdm thats gang 
hold up nigga stay in yo lane 
chop stick kick shit lu kang 
i cant talk if it aint about pros
pockets fat as fuck got rolls 
jugg to green nigga thats a go 
im in Mexico smoking dro

30 w/ aya staxks ~ Prod. Apollo

lyrics:

bookie why'd you flee
you can't stick around
not today
not with me

huh, huh, yeah
baby come and slide
i'll be your getaway
yeah, show you everything
show you a good time
let's not make a scene
lookin' in your eyes
now i want a piece

oh what?
aw yeah?
want love?
come here

baby how you feel
you want some bands
not talkin' bout remi

you just want some bread
so i'm steady baker steppin'

that bitch she a peon
she a flea
she a peasant

now you runnin' (you gon' run, run)

you been tryna run away (you gon' run, run)
do it in a ghetto way (you gon' run, run)
use me for a getaway (you gon' run, run)
blame it all on me yea

huh
might just bring you around on a sunday
can you tell me where the time goes
i'm gonna bring you when the sun down

know you wanna see my face
huh bae?
who gon' pick you up when you fall down?

i know that you sexy
bitch i'm sexy too
you've been acting mundane
who you talking to
we could have a fun day
party at the pool, yuh
if a had a choice to pick
then bae i'm picking you

yea, yea
you can't even blame me baby

now you runnin' (you gon' run, run)

you been tryna run away (you gon' run, run)
do it in a ghetto way (you gon' run, run)
use me for a getaway (you gon' run, run)
blame it all on me yea

bookie why'd you flee
you can't stick around
not today
not with me

huh, huh, yeah
baby come and slide
i'll be your getaway
yeah, show you everything
show you a good time
let's not make a scene
lookin' in your eyes
now i want a piece

oh what?
aw yeah?
want love?
come here

run (prod. yk)

back ~ prod. diegosoulja

Lyrics to aya staxks - M.O.E

Bitch I put juggin over everything 

Money over everything 

Walked up in that mall went to insane 

Tap that button and it toast his brain 

I just want the money fuck the fame 

Bitch I put money over everything

I wake up bitch you know I’m thumbin everyday 

Got some shooters round the way and they gone set the play 

Smoking on opp pack in fried 

Me and twin gone slide 

Pop out in disguise 

Racks bigger than my leg 

Bitch I’m so damn paid 

What I’m smoking this shi pain 

Smoking dead OPPs to the brain 

Shipping paxks to the bay 

I get a nigga swept like the lakers 

Clutching gen 5 with the takers 

Im doing fraud at that bank 

Bitch my ice it blang 

And my weed that shit stank 

My drank thick this shit paint 

Let that drac touch you 

Tap that button get em cooked 

Yeah dat bitch gone jump 

On my block I’m serving drugs 

Tryna run off catch these slugs 

Sippin red but I’m not blood 

You ain’t us you can’t hang 

Steady kickin shit I’m with gang 

Drop that lo nigga u duckn 

Crack yo shit nigga like a pumpkin 

Got my racks up this nothing 

You ain’t selling shit block buster 

Whip out that drac this bitch punchin 


Bitch I put money over everything 

I wake up bitch you know im thumbing everything 

Got some shooters round the way and they gone set the play

Bitch I put money over everything 

I wake up bitch you know I’m thumbin everyday 

Bitch I put money over everything

M.O.E (djyoungkash + stoopidxool)

catch dat boy, like get right
huhh make it out tonight
we gon make it i might
i cant see i got dat sight
i got prada on my eyes
my eyes be so low
meet dat glock its yo demise
im wit aya she a crow
walkin down im wit mokou
leave u stinking like sum mold
up dat fye i got dat pole
uhh u cant up yo pole
dont even step to my bro
u aint doin nun to my hoe
livin dat life in touhou
huh put on new fit from soho
huh shippin dat pack like chapo
seein da pack yea jump out huh
flan flan countin up bucks now
whats on yo wrist its a bussdown
u aint even clockin dat tea hoe, u is a bitch nigga
pour up dat wock not no tris nigga
g19 so gay its gon kiss niggas
i hit my jugg dance like a real nigga

sight (prod. perc40)

(Remi)
Aye errday I’m gettin cake
Flan gon getchu flamed
Trap house I’m making sales
I smoke bro like a vape
Ninja low taper fade
Glock knock off yo face
Fled da scene I did da race
Yuh stick em hands up
Hit juggs I’m masked up
Opps lynched I hang em
I been in my manor
Mind yo manners, chop turn u to a dancer
Aye yuh, violence always da answer

(Nitori)
I heard u talkin so what’s up 
I heard that u want beef with us 
U rlly doin too much nigga my gang comin in real clutch 
U hating but I'm sky high 
I'm off the pills I cannot lie 
In the forest I'm so shy 
But if I pull up u gon die 
I'm up with patxhy sosa 
Stop talkin we do not know ya 
U rlly think the glock is fake well then I'm gonna show ya 
Pourin up with remi bandxz
Pop a perc and do my dance 
Went so hard I'm in a trance 
U want this life u don’t got a chance

(Patxhouliii)
I feel like Nitori, I’m goin to war
I’m movin like Zoro, I came with the swords
U don’t got a pistol, u just a lil boy
It ain’t bout no money then u get ignored
I stay with my glockie, u know that’s of course
I’m movin like military doin tours
These nikkas be bitches, these bitches be whores
They bitin off me cause they know I’m the source
Think u the one? U don’t got a gun
Bitch I’m Yung Patxhy, wtf u want?
Nikkas be hatin but they be my sons
Pull up with pistol on me then u done
Just like a marching band, I got the drum
Pockets be fatter than Big Pun
Pockets be fatter than Dave Blunts
Bitch I might smoke a nikka like some Runtz
Think u that nikka? U don’t got no rizz
Bitch I’m Yung Patxhy Sosa, what it is?
Talkin that shit but they really my kids
Crybaby ass nikka need a bib
Pussy ass nikka never did a bid
Why u be cappin bout the shit u did?
Talkin down on the 9 then u dead
Smokin on purple, sippin on the red
Hold up nikka, where the fuck is my meds?
Pop me a perky then I do my jig
Pussy ass nikka scared to go to jail
Go on that mission then u gone fail
Mickey Mouse ass nikkas gone tell
Bitch I can guarantee I’ll pay the bail
Get with the gang, boy that ship has sailed
Bitch I’m still sendin packs in the mail
Damn, nikkas be knowin that I’m shippin packs
Hatin on me but boy u really wack
Talkin down on the 9, u gettin smacked
I stay with the legion like my name was Xat
I call up Nitori, “where tf you at?”
We bouta hit a nikka with the gat
Spin a nikka block, I’m runnin it back

Ghost Hunta Prod. 15drtt

FlandreXO #9ensokyo

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