Trappin Aint Dead - Section Boyz

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

Peace now, I don’t care if you messed now

Tell a nigga better be round and forget not

Fuck 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 that 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 fuck, dem 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 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

Wah?

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 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 in 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 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