Trapping Ain't Dead - Section Boyz

Quick, phoned up bro and he gave me a brick

Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip

Box in the bag, not trainers and kicks

On a trap round, ain’t changing a bit

With a mad brown that claim she my bitch

Tell a Nigga act right

I was slaved to a pit

But came with shit’s

Say something on my hip, like Jada Kiss

I got a D blow, that’s against law

I don’t ever leave that for attention

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

Tell a nigga better be round If he get none

Fuck your dead squad

And your CT, and your CD

And your best song

I just put a hammer down

In a peng block

I just put a banger down in a desktop

(2: Sleeks)

I don’t want no cheesy

Tell her amnesia cos 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 tryna use TV might see me

Got a freaaky girl named Cee-Cee

Gimme uckk

When I’m driving speedy

Don’t give a fuck dem Guys are needy

Mana get bucked with the hand ting Easy

With the clutch 6 gears

Skeet, Skeet

Fresh tires on the rim

Screetch, Screetch

I’ll be running with the ball, that’s mad b

I got a box with tools like Andy

On a wave like Jetski

And I don’t miss shots like Heskey

(Swift)

Still up in the ends

Man still me

Can’t walk in my creps

Man run when they see me

Look at these skets

They so needy

Put your hand on my friend

Why you trying to 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

(3: Inch)

0ld 50 here everything ah get luck off

Plus the brothers dem good

Man trapline pap off

Everything easy

Man she touch me, Tease me

Dem man are lemon man squeezy

Manaman are pepperman easy

Dem man are freddy man 'fraid doe

Just done an event, That’s play’dough

Gyal strip down when I say so

Man will do road, In the main road

Bait face, Man I never lay low

Course man trynna get paid tho

Gyal got a backy like J’Lo

Man have to shutup when I say so

(4: K’Nine)

Tell a boy don’t try me, used to run from the plug on a cosign me

Ten toes on the street that’s a Nikey

Chillin' in a bando with some YG’s

Smoking so much dope I look Chinese

Bruv what’s up, Can’t hear you with simeys

Brother say with me, Ain’t gonna leave

Soon as I get the pack you know its gotta leave

After she give me hatty, you know she gotta leave

Young boy got a strap, Don’t bother me

Akh got two packs, Makavelli

R.I.P.

to somebody smelly

Used to see us chilling outside Morley’s

Now they see us on the show or on Telly

Section we in the street for the readies

But I squeeze for the Ps dont tempt me,

(Swift)

Still up in the ends

Man still me

Can’t walk in my creps

Man run when they see me

Look at these skets

They so needy

Put your hand on my friend

Why you trying to 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

(5: Littlez)

Still up in the ends, You can see me

Getting P’s in the trap That’s easy

Bro got the Chris Brown, Not breezy

In my black Clothes, Looking all greezy

That gyal she a sket, She’s sleezy

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 in the pave

And I know nuff' pengtings in a rave

Gyal get a beat, They don’t wanna behave

Section Boy, Team Squeeze in a place

I dare a man put a hand on my friend

You can get a blade, If you wanna act brave

Still up in the ends, That’s south for the Thames

None of these Niggas can’t surf on the wave

(6: Swift)

Still up in the ends, How you ain’t seen me

Put a brick up in Z’s, Now I feel sleepy

I had too many skenz, Real way to squeezy

She’s kinda peng, She’s kinda fleeky

We can pull up in a Benz, Or a bimmer like Beenie

Wicked dinger in the ends that only if its needed,

Trapping ain’t dead

My connect’s still breathing

I make gyal hold a skeng

and a little beating

(Swift)

Still up in the ends

Man still me

Can’t walk in my creps

Man run when they see me

Look at these skets

They so needy

Put your hand on my friend

Why you trying to 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