TRAPSUPERHERO

You either die a hero Or you'll live long enough to see yourself become the villain Smoking exotic, this whip is exotic I’m geeking and tweaking, I'm straight off the syrup I fell in love with the trap and the fashion I entered the bando with Maison Margiela I'm feeling like I got a lot on my mind I’m feeling like I got a lot on my plate It's never enough, I need more in the safe PTSD from all of the rain Trap superhero with mask and a cape Working like crazy, this mula I'm getting If she's fucking a rapper, then I won't be hitting it Rings on my finger, (I Jordan and Pippen it?) Louis Vuitton on my kicks when I'm kicking it Yeah-ahh-ahh Kilos on kilos, you know I'm still bringing it Huh-uhh-uhh Mama forgive me, jeg forvandlede hele blokken til et traphouse (Mama) Men jeg havde en datter på vej Og du ved, din søn, he never back out, bring them gats out Hva' ved de om smerte, brormand, tro mig, os vi kender kaos (Wow) Hvis de tager én af vores, vi tager fem af deres Alle spinner blokken, der’ ingen vinder her Baby, I can’t control it Alle min' guns, de’ locked and loaded Ny Panemera købt cash, min young gun tror, det svin er stjålet Smoking exotic, this whip is exotic I'm geeking and tweaking, I'm straight off the syrup I fell in love with the trap and the fashion I entered the bando with Maison Margiela I'm feeling like I got a lot on my mind I’m feeling like I got a lot on my plate It's never enough, I need more in the safe PTSD from all of the rain Trap superhero with mask and a cape Working like crazy, this mula I'm getting If she's fucking a rapper, then I won't be hitting it Rings on my finger, (I Jordan and Pippen it?) Louis Vuitton on my kicks when I'm kicking it Yeah-ahh-ahh Kilos on kilos, you know I'm still bringing it Huh-uhh-uhh Fresh ud af bandoen med bricks i baggagen Hvis jeg nu bli'r stoppet, så ser jeg ikk' børnene længere Har lavet femten mil op' hoes Sony Jeg ejer min master, men f*ck nu de børnepenge Ved du, hva' pengene, de gør ved dem, ay? Glem de der labels, de' børnehjem, ay Bror, vi har intet at gøre med dem, ay De ringer, men vi vil ikk' engang røre ved dem, ay Hva' ved de om ti bricks i det traphouse med et album– Bassen maks. og naboen klager? Young brudda turn that shit up Ikk' gear back, der' ingen nabo mere Smoking exotic, this whip is exotic I'm geeking and tweaking, I'm straight off the syrup I fell in love with the trap and the fashion I entered the bando with Maison Margiela I'm feeling like I got a lot on my mind I'm feeling like I got a lot on my plate It's never enough, I need more in the safe PTSD from all of the rain Trap superhero with mask and a cape Working like crazy, this mula I'm getting If she's fucking a rapper, then I won't be hitting it Rings on my finger, (I Jordan and Pippen it?) Louis Vuitton on my kicks when I'm kicking it Yeah-ahh-ahh Kilos on kilos, you know I'm still bringing it Huh-uhh-uhh