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Trap Bop Video (MV)




Performed By: Burrell
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Justin Cole




Burrell - Trap Bop Lyrics




Hello
Hello
Who goes there
Dang what my family gon' think if this goes viral

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This that bop
This that burrell got the bass beating
On the whole block
This that I been going up up up it's not gon' stop
He could blow up any day anyway like TikTok

You know really I could spit but I don't really even gotta spit
'Cause everytime I touch the keyboard
You know that it's a hit
Hot or cold
Light or night
You know I'm still killin' it and
Your girl tweakin' all in my DM's
No she won't stop for shhhhh

I spent yo' paycheck on some shades 'cause I'm poppin'
I been going up up up I ain't stoppin'
All I know is get the money uh
Ain't no option
And why these dudes my sons
I ain't never file adoption

So much money think she hyperventilated
Standing too close might get you disintegrated

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This that bop
This that burrell got the bass beating
On the whole block
This that I been going up up up it's not gon' stop
He could blow up any day anyway like TikTok

Ok hop out the four door with a four four
That's a stick
Like a pogo make you duck low
Seeing red like a big bull at a rodeo
Get it live make you dosey-doe
Do the tip toe
Keep ya cool I'm just playin'
I don't need a pistol
'Cause they really out here poppin'
Like a pan of Crisco
I'mma pop like I'm in the pan cookin Crisco
And my vision stay aligned like a chakra crystal

Shooting star so it is real clear you can't see me
I only mess with royalty
Shout out my queen Nefertiti's
You know that uh

Growing up I was lacking
Then I got respect on the back end
If you ask me I'm 10 steps ahead and you tryna tread
But who's tracking

I don't know why they all want me
They just keep on trailing in
Maybe it's my nappy head
Or maybe it's the melanin

This that bop
This that bop
This that
Bop Bop Bop

This that bop
This that bop
This that
Bop Bop Bop

This that bop
This that bop
This that
Bop Bop Bop
Bop Bop Bop
Bop Bop Bop
Bop Bop

Pull up on yo block
Bop Bop Bop Bop

This that bop on yo block make it hot
This that bop on yo block make it stop

Money clothes
Snatch her soul
That's how all my partners role
Ya money tired
That's implied
You can't hang with the gang
We don't like yo' vibe
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Hello
Hello
Who goes there
Dang what my family gon' think if this goes viral

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This that bop
This that burrell got the bass beating
On the whole block
This that I been going up up up it's not gon' stop
He could blow up any day anyway like TikTok

You know really I could spit but I don't really even gotta spit
'Cause everytime I touch the keyboard
You know that it's a hit
Hot or cold
Light or night
You know I'm still killin' it and
Your girl tweakin' all in my DM's
No she won't stop for shhhhh

I spent yo' paycheck on some shades 'cause I'm poppin'
I been going up up up I ain't stoppin'
All I know is get the money uh
Ain't no option
And why these dudes my sons
I ain't never file adoption

So much money think she hyperventilated
Standing too close might get you disintegrated

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This that bop
This that burrell got the bass beating
On the whole block
This that I been going up up up it's not gon' stop
He could blow up any day anyway like TikTok

Ok hop out the four door with a four four
That's a stick
Like a pogo make you duck low
Seeing red like a big bull at a rodeo
Get it live make you dosey-doe
Do the tip toe
Keep ya cool I'm just playin'
I don't need a pistol
'Cause they really out here poppin'
Like a pan of Crisco
I'mma pop like I'm in the pan cookin Crisco
And my vision stay aligned like a chakra crystal

Shooting star so it is real clear you can't see me
I only mess with royalty
Shout out my queen Nefertiti's
You know that uh

Growing up I was lacking
Then I got respect on the back end
If you ask me I'm 10 steps ahead and you tryna tread
But who's tracking

I don't know why they all want me
They just keep on trailing in
Maybe it's my nappy head
Or maybe it's the melanin

This that bop
This that bop
This that
Bop Bop Bop

This that bop
This that bop
This that
Bop Bop Bop

This that bop
This that bop
This that
Bop Bop Bop
Bop Bop Bop
Bop Bop Bop
Bop Bop

Pull up on yo block
Bop Bop Bop Bop

This that bop on yo block make it hot
This that bop on yo block make it stop

Money clothes
Snatch her soul
That's how all my partners role
Ya money tired
That's implied
You can't hang with the gang
We don't like yo' vibe
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Writer: Justin Cole
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