Melodic Trapstar - Robin Banks

Trapping all day

Yeah, yeah

I’m still here, i’m still here

I’m still here, i’m still here

And i’m trapping all day

And i’m bout that gun

I’ve been trapping all day, trapping out them hallways

See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way

And i do what i want nigga fuck what y’all say

It’s either my way or gang shooting broad day

And i made record sales

Jugging and finessing off my el cartel

Trapping out them hallways

See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way

And we shooting broad day

The ways these things be singing you’ll think it’s Broadway

Fuck with the law say and i do what i want nigga fuck what y’all say

And i do the most bloody stepping when i’m rocking christian loafs

10k for the feature, forty for that snow

Two hunned for the land tiano for that ghost

Yeah, and you can’t hang with us

Yeah i know you flexing you can’t bang with us

Thirty on a chain it ain’t a thing to us

Try and snatch my shit it get really dangerous

I drive a rolls like it’s a nascar

Hear my voice melodic trapstar

I keep on whipping up until the crack hard

Trapping out the front, lakeshore my backyard

I’ve been trapping all day, trapping out them hallways

See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way

And i do what i want nigga fuck what y’all say

It’s either my way or gang shooting broad day

And i made record sales

Jugging and finessing off my el cartel

Trapping out them hallways

See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way

Kick door burglary niggas tried to murder me

A hunned bands in a trap, their money for surgery

I’m aiming for the head, you niggas gave me 3rd degree

In the streets Louboutin, courthouse Burberry

Fuck with no stupid bitch, dumb bitches is erxing me

I can’t go for now my shooters perking

These niggas lurking but i see em

Courts gang my hood like the coliseum

I wouldn’t wanna be em

Mama don’t like the hustle

But the bills paid

How can i stay hunned

When these bills changed

I don’t rock Louis V if it ain’t flipped down

UTM SOS bitch we the shit now

I drive a rolls like it’s a nascar

Hear my voice melodic trapstar

I keep on whipping up until the crack hard

Trapping out the front, lakeshore my backyard

I’ve been trapping all day, trapping out them hallways

See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way

And i do what i want nigga fuck what y’all say

It’s either my way or gang shooting broad day

And i made record sales

Jugging and finessing off my el cartel

Trapping out them hallways

See i got it out the mud got this shit the hard way