Lil Darkie – TRAP METAL Lyrics

Lil Darkie TRAP METAL Lyrics, TRAP METAL Lyrics by Lil Darkie

I’ve been trying way too hard to make music
So I’m gonna make a song where I don’t try at all
Uh, uh

You look like a rat in the trap, trap metal, uh
I don’t fuck with that, it’s a rat, rat, rat, uh
Oh, you sleep? I’ma let you nap, nap, nap, uh
Pockets getting fat in the trap, trap, trap, uh

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
I’ve in the trap flippin’ packs, grippin’ metal, uh
Somewhere in between Jesus Christ and the devil, uh
I’ve been in the back, like a crack, like a pedal, uh
Bitch, I’ll push you back, put the pedal to the metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh

I’ve been in the trap lacing packs with fentanyl, uh
I’ve been sellin’ meth in the [?], uh
I don’t give a fuck about mortality at all, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
If I see you, you best believe I’ma grip the metal, uh
Run up on your block with the Glock, bodies settle, uh
I’ve been smoking gas and it’s called new flower petals, uh
I’ve been smoking pot, looks blacker than the kettle, uh

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh

Yo bro, what you think you’re doing with that strap?
Oh no, bro, if I take it, you can’t have it back
You’re slow, bro, like a Pokémon I do not catch
I don’t go anywhere but where the money at
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
My clothes never raggy and my whip never a rental, uh
I put hella chemicals directly in my mental, uh
Crack up in the baggy, I’ma dog ’em for the kennel, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal
If the iron on my hip hits you, it ain’t accidental, uh
Brass knuckles on, putting work in on his dental (Alright)
Unless it’s with a lady, I am anything but gentle, uh
Hop up on the [?], I feel like Arthur Morgan
Smokin’ cigarillos I imported
White suit, white horse, brown boy, imported (Okay, okay)
Wanna live like me? One, two, three, you can’t afford it (Oh, yeehaw)
Got the .45 on my hip right where the sword is, motherfucker
I’ve been with the drip like I’m a porpoise, motherfucker, uh
Whip your phone out and record this
I’ve been smokin’, uh, on some flowers, growin’ orchards
I’ve been in London doing shows, I’m on tour, bitch
I’ve been pouring wock in my cup, that’s a four, bitch (Yes, sir)
I might even fuck on the backside of your bitch (Quiet)
So many sluts on deck, whore storage (Oh yes)
Do not be ungrateful, please finish up your porridge (Yes)
Of pussy ass bastards, there’s no shortage (No)
I just bought a house in the hills, skipped the mortgage (Yes)
I’ve been making a rap with the trap metal chorus (Oh yes)

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh
I’ve in the trap flippin’ packs, grippin’ metal, uh
Somewhere in between Jesus Christ and the devil, uh
I’ve been in the back, like a crack, like a pedal, uh
Bitch, I’ll push you back, put the pedal to the metal, uh
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh

And then the beat fades out, and you have yourself a song
And yeah, I know it’s not a trap metal song, but you can fuckin’ suck my dick