Trap Phone Lyrics – NLE Choppa

Trap Phone Lyrics by NLE Choppa is the latest English song. Trap Phone lyrics were written by Ellis Lost, Southside & NLE Choppa while the song is produced by Ellis Lost & Southside.

Trap Phone Song Details:

Trap Phone Lyrics

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 niggas 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 shit 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 shit
Most the shit that get you bust quick
Watch yo mouth that’s a baby Glock ready to bust shit
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 nigga bitch
Head huncho of the gang and I’m still in the field with it
Bust a nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga a Glock shell (Brr)
Yo’ top get cropped, then I’m goin’ to make bail (Brr)
Y’all niggas act good, all my opps be Denzel (Brr)
Saw him, he ran, bitch you know how to tuck a tail (Brrrr)
Ayy, and I ain’t never told shit
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 nigga)
I’m in this bitch 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
Nigga 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 niggas 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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