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Trap Spot Video (MV)




Performed By: T.J. Simpson
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Jalen Gladney, Thurman Simpson




T.J. Simpson - Trap Spot Lyrics




I got this music going crazy like the trap spot
I treat this rap shit like it's a crack rock, I get that backend, move like I'm black opps
I really have shit but I be with the have nots

I hit the stage they get to clapping like a clap out
I bring them racks in, I'm in my bag now
Ain't want me back then, want me to smash now
Brought up by my mama but I look just like my dad now
Rest In Peace to my pops. Family all that I got
Lost a couple of my people I should spend a block but I'm not
I should talk my shit but I ain't. I should drop again but I'll wait
I start popping soon as they hate, they den got me back to my ways
Look, I really be with the have nots and they really sold it, I have not
I rather make this rap pop. Slanging this shit like crack rock
I rather make my mama proud, I rather see my account and smile
They outta call me the backend child cause I'm finna start getting back ends now...
So I got hard for this, like it's all I got. Put my all in this and I will not stop
I go hard for this like it's all I know and make sure that we get love everywhere we go...

I got this music going crazy like the trap spot, I treat this rap shit like it's a crack rock
I get that backend, move like I'm black opps
I really have shit but I be with the have nots

I'm out here really slanging music like a kingpin
Rap on the week day, work on the weekend
That boy can rap still but now he singing
Get in the industry and treat that like some street shit
I just be in my zone, in a world of my own
Stacking up what I can, I should trap foreal but I won't
Niggas look at me like I can't, I should make the call but I ain't
I just doubled up what I made, bring me duffle bags w my pay
I get the back foreal, I'm really having this money, I don't have to brag foreal
Sipping on henny like wine, outta the bottle when I need a glass foreal
I get the bag and chill. I really have it, I dont have to flash foreal
Niggas they know that I'm bout it when it come to rapping cause I really rap foreal...
And go hard for this

I got this music going crazy like the trap spot, I treat this rap shit like it's a crack rock
I get that backend, move like I'm black opps
I really have shit but I be with the have nots
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I got this music going crazy like the trap spot
I treat this rap shit like it's a crack rock, I get that backend, move like I'm black opps
I really have shit but I be with the have nots

I hit the stage they get to clapping like a clap out
I bring them racks in, I'm in my bag now
Ain't want me back then, want me to smash now
Brought up by my mama but I look just like my dad now
Rest In Peace to my pops. Family all that I got
Lost a couple of my people I should spend a block but I'm not
I should talk my shit but I ain't. I should drop again but I'll wait
I start popping soon as they hate, they den got me back to my ways
Look, I really be with the have nots and they really sold it, I have not
I rather make this rap pop. Slanging this shit like crack rock
I rather make my mama proud, I rather see my account and smile
They outta call me the backend child cause I'm finna start getting back ends now...
So I got hard for this, like it's all I got. Put my all in this and I will not stop
I go hard for this like it's all I know and make sure that we get love everywhere we go...

I got this music going crazy like the trap spot, I treat this rap shit like it's a crack rock
I get that backend, move like I'm black opps
I really have shit but I be with the have nots

I'm out here really slanging music like a kingpin
Rap on the week day, work on the weekend
That boy can rap still but now he singing
Get in the industry and treat that like some street shit
I just be in my zone, in a world of my own
Stacking up what I can, I should trap foreal but I won't
Niggas look at me like I can't, I should make the call but I ain't
I just doubled up what I made, bring me duffle bags w my pay
I get the back foreal, I'm really having this money, I don't have to brag foreal
Sipping on henny like wine, outta the bottle when I need a glass foreal
I get the bag and chill. I really have it, I dont have to flash foreal
Niggas they know that I'm bout it when it come to rapping cause I really rap foreal...
And go hard for this

I got this music going crazy like the trap spot, I treat this rap shit like it's a crack rock
I get that backend, move like I'm black opps
I really have shit but I be with the have nots
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Writer: Jalen Gladney, Thurman Simpson
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