Nines, Jay Midge - Trapper of the Year lyrics
N9NES [Courtney Leon Freckleton] Harlesden, London, England, U.K. 🇬🇧
[Nines, Jay Midge - Trapper of the Year lyrics]
Ice City, jewels we nah' pity
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters hearts drop
Oh you mad cos your crews bummy
When I come through I'm looking
Like some new money
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
Uh, Ice city taking flight
That's why niggas that I barely know
Be claiming that we're tight
How I get more off ami than
They're making off of light
Them man there come like Andy Cole the
Way they're playing with the white
I had LVs on my feet you was in some pumas
Selling food to the consumers now my
Room look like a jewellers
The worlds gone crazy everybody
Wanna be ballers
Could have put him on but he
Got a problem taking orders
Now I got most the city feeling me
But my money straight so I ain't
Gotta put up with this industry
But, if I blow then guaranteed I
Put on all my niggas
Had the whole block eating from
The look-outs to the hittas
I'm a legend on the street
I make sure everybody eat
Giuseppe's on my feet the mandem
Get those every week
The street show us love cos there
Ain't too many real about
I woke up this morning pissed off
Cos it was still a drought
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters hearts drop
Oh you mad cos your crews bummy
When I come through I'm looking
Like some new money
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I told my chick I don't need the stress
Got old money and I got p that's fresh
Plus ammy packs and my b's the best
My plug had 20 bricks he gave
Me a key to test
Told him I ain't got insomnia
But I need the rest now they're acting funny
Me, Jamal, court-side watching Andy Murray
After that I went back to the block
Niggas hand me money
Now my chick saying that she stepping
Says I only care about myself and
I'm a player like Beckham
Niggas violate the ting
Know I'll spray them in a second
If I had a record deal I
Still ain't laying down my weapon
Little niggas think you're trapstars cah
You flipped a box
I'm bout to whip up so much yay
I need a wicked witches pot
I'm strapped I ain't taking a chance
So tell them labels I don't need a advance
I'm in the crop house feeding these plants
Since Year 9 I always knew I'd be shining
Like Bart Simpson cah after
School I was grinding
I came through in that hard-top
I saw them haters hearts drop
Oh you mad cos your crews bummy
When I come through I'm looking
Like some new money
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year
I ain't the trapper of the year
I sold to the trappers of the year
That makes me the trappers
Trapper of the year