Trapperz
Mowgs Lyrics

Erdz boy shit
I belong to Erdington Boyz gang

Gang
A callout to my gang

Shout-out all of the mandem
Acknowledging all my homies

Listen, yo
Attention, listen up

Listen
Another call out to listen up

(Fanatics)
A shout out to the label Fanatics

Ay, yo
Another expression to grab attention

I don′t care if rap works (Whys that)
I'm not troubled if my music doesn't work

Whys that, 'cause I knew how to trap first (Yeah)
This is because I was a trap star before turning to music

I pick a pack up then I break a pack down (Pack down)
This is me bragging about my drug dealing skills

I always change my number when it makes a mad sound
Whenever a phone number threatens to give me away, I immediately change it

Man I grew up in the area, give me goosebumps (Woo)
Growing up in my neighborhood makes me feel nostalgic

Different type of breed, I ain′t like these new punks (I'm not)
I'm not the same as the new generation of rappers.

But you was out with a bitch on some loser shit
While I was hustling on the streets, you were hanging out with women doing nothing productive

I was on the strip with them nits tryna move a brick (Yeah)
I was on the street selling drugs to get ahead

We ain't from east but we mash towns (Mash towns)
My crew and I don't come from East London, but we still hustle all over the city

How you calling him a shooter, he ain′t clap rounds (Clap rounds)
You're calling someone a shooter, but he hasn't actually fired any rounds

I ain′t a preacher, I ain't tryna give a [?] (I′m not)
I'm not a preacher and trying to impart any lesson or moral values

I'm telling you my strips hot like what′s that
I'm letting you know that the area I operate in is hot with police activity

Nigga hold brizzy for this lizzy now I [?]
I'm telling my comrade to hide his weapon for the moment because of uncertain situations

Strizzy in the whizzy, 'cause I don′t know who's out for me (I don't)
I prefer to stay in my car because I'm unsure who's out there looking for me

The feds got my niggas faces in the ′matic
The police have my friends' faces stored in their database

All they spent every summer in the trap, fuck a carnival (Yeah)
My friends spent every summer on the street hustling, they didn't care about attending carnivals or any other events

Niggas hate the truth ′cause the truth hurts (Let's go)
People dislike hearing the truth because it hurts them to realize it

Stop bragging 'bout the past and do some new dirt
I'm encouraging people to move on from boasting about their past accolades and do something new

Niggas they ain't flyin′ straight [?] an angle (An angle)
These people aren't operating honestly, they're cutting corners to get ahead

I never showed a bitch my yard or the bando
I didn't share my personal life or the state of my trap house with any woman

See Hitsquad in the ride and it's a problem (Problem)
When Hitsquad is riding, it is likely that they'll create a problem

My niggas go jail, land road and I′ve got them
Whenever my friends are caught, I come to their rescue

She ask me if I trap, everyday I tell her often
Every day this woman asks me if I'm still dealing drugs, and I confirm that I am

Write better work or I'm going back to Scotland
I need to produce better quality music, or else I'll head back to Scotland where I came from

Yeah, man I'm flying up to Scotty
I'm headed back to Scotland

Back to the traphouse answering ′em hotties (Brr brr)
I'm returning to the trap house to receive calls from potential customers

Food so peng want to fore in that buggy
The quality of the drugs is so good people want to spend money to try it

And when you wit′ that white girl, you better do it properly
Be very careful when engaging in drug transactions with white women

Told my niggas do more and just talk less (Talk less)
I told my comrades to be more productive and less talkative

Cah these niggas talk 'nough and make no sense (They don′t)
Some people talk a lot but what they say doesn't add up

Free my nigga [?] didn't get bell
My friend is currently in jail awaiting trial

All I know we made a killing when we went Wells (Yeah)
We made a lot of money when we sold drugs in Wells

My lil niggas shit on a graveshift
My younger friends work harder than most people like graveyard shift workers

Now he′s ringing down my phone for a [?] (Nah)
Now, he's calling me frequently to ask how he can step up his game in the drug industry

I told him this a traphouse, not a placement
I explained that this isn't a training or a placement center, it's a drug dealing house

And you gotta put a shift before a payment (Payment)
You have to work hard before expecting to get paid

Hood bitches love me 'cause I′m gangster but I'm classy (They do)
Women from the hood show interest in me because I'm a gangster but I carry myself with class

Niggas talking friends, he ain't never been my dargie
Someone is framing us as friends, but we're not really that close

I was in the trap, with them old-school harachis (Yeah)
I used to wear old-school Harachis to the trap house

Niggas talking war, they ain′t even got an army (Nah)
People talking about starting a war, but they don't have any manpower to execute it