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Trap Phone Lyrics – ​NLE Choppa

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Trap Phone Lyrics by ​NLE Choppa is latest English song with music also given by ​Ellis Lost & Southside. Trap Phone song lyrics are written by Ellis Lost, Southside & NLE Choppa.
Trap Phone Lyrics - ​NLE Choppa

Southside!
Ayy, lil’ metro on that beat
Ay, check my pockets, what I made today
Used to be schemin’ on a lick just to cop the brand new j’s (brand new j’s)
Yeah, and I cain’t lie, you know I paved the way
Let plenty ni**as up in the door, they was ridin’ my wave (ridin’ my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin’
Choker chain blingin’
Two hoes double teamin’ (teamin’)
Yeah, I got ’em fightin’ over semen
Tellin’ me they love me, but I don’t know the meaning
Ayy, I break that s**t out when it’s time to play
Got sk’s and dirty k’s
I catch fades and walk away
My last kill I played the role of a snake, how I snaked the snake
Last drill tried to put a ape on the shirt like it’s bathing ape
You on some tough s**t
Most the s**t that get you bust quick
Watch yo mouth that’s a baby glock ready to bust s**t
Why you running I bet this glock shootin’
Why you runnin’ you know I headshot, muggin’
Green tips, blue tips, slime got a cousin
He can’t believe that I’m really rich, but never sent a hit
Billion streams up
I did a drill with my ni**a bi**h
Head huncho of the gang and I’m still in the field with it
Bust a ni**a brain, and told his brother come and deal with it
Ay, check my pockets, what I made today
Used to be schemin’ on a lick just to cop the brand new j’s (brand new j’s)
Yeah, and I cain’t lie, you know I paved the way
Let plenty ni**as up in the door, they was ridin’ my wave (ridin’ my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin’
Choker chain blingin’
Two hoes double teamin’ (teamin’)
Yeah, I got ’em fightin’ over semen
Tellin’ me they love me, but I don’t know the meaning (don’t know the meaning)
Two glocks get shot, give a ni**a a glock shell (brr)
Yo’ top get cropped, then I’m goin’ to make bail (brr)
Y’all ni**as act good, all my opps be denzel (brr)
Saw him, he ran, bi**h you know how to tuck a tail (brrrr)
Ayy, and I ain’t never told s**t
Since a youngin’ I’ve been loc’ing
I move in slow motion (crip, crip, crip)
He was scared to come out, I kick the door in
Put the pole in his brother’s mouth, say some and lose it (say sum ni**a)
I’m in this bi**h with a whole lot of shottas
Whole lot of shots, hakuna matata
Better tell ’em chill ‘fore it be a problem
Fifty shots in the glock, no doctor
Ni**a think it’s sweet, so I shot him
With no problem
Choppa make him do the nle choppa
Leave him in the streets when I caught him
Ay, check my pockets, what I made today
Used to be schemin’ on a lick just to cop the brand new j’s (brand new j’s)
Yeah, and I cain’t lie, you know I paved the way
Let plenty ni**as up in the door, they was ridin’ my wave (ridin’ my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin’
Choker chain blingin’
Two hoes double teamin’ (teamin’)
Yeah, I got ’em fightin’ over semen
Tellin’ me they love me, but I don’t know the meaning
Don’t know the meaning dawg
Nle, top shotta, got the bomb like al-qaeda

 

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