Section Boyz - Trapping Ain't Dead [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Deepee]
Quick, phoned up bro and he gave me a brick
Hopped out the cab, never came in a whip
Box in the bag, not trainers and kicks
On a trap round, ain't changing a bit
With a mad ground
And that came through my bitch
Tell a Nigga act right
I was slaved to a pit
But came with shit's
Say something on my hip, like Jada Kiss
I got a D blow, that's against law
I don't ever leave that for attention
Peace now, I don't care if you messed now
Tell a nigga better be round
If he get law
Fuck your dead squad
And your CD, and your CD
And your best doll
I just put a hammer down
In a peng block
I just put a banger down in a desktop

[Verse 2: Sleeks]
I don't want no cheesy
Tell her amnesia cos I'm needy
Got a box in a bag
For that lobs in my hand
And that price that I got Kinda Cheapyy
I'm old school like Tweenies
Now tryna use TV might see me
Got a freaaky girl named Cee-Cee
Gimme uckk
When I'm driving speedy
Don't give a fuck dem Guys are needy
Mana get bucked with the hand ting Easy
With the clutch it scares
Skeet, Skeet
Fresh tires on the rim
Screetch, Screetch
I'll be running with the ball, that's mad b
I got a box with tools like Andy
On a wave like Jetski
And I don't miss shots like Heskey

[Hook]
Still up in the ends
Man still me
Can't walk in my creps
Man run when they see me
Look at these skets
They so needy
Put your hand on my friend
Why you trying to beef me
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing

[Verse 3: Inch]
0ld 50 here
Everything I get luck off
Plus the body's dem good
Man trap, that's pap off
Everything easy
Man she touch me
Tease me
Dem man are loving man squeezy
Manaman are pepperman easy
Dem man are freddy man 'fraid tho
Just done an event
That's played tho
Gyal strip down when I say so
Man will do road
In the main road
Bait face
Man I never lay low
Course man trynna get paid tho
Gyal got a backy like J'Lo
Man have to shutup when I say so

[Verse 4: Knine]
Tell a boy don't try me
Your surround full a plug
And it can sign me
Ten toes on the street that's a Nikey
Chillin' in a bando with some YG's
Smoking so much dope I look Chinese
Bruv what's up
Can't hear you with some simeys
Brother say with me
Ain't gonna leave
Soon as I get the fucking
Then they gotta leave
After she give me heading
Then she gotta leave
Young boy got a strap
Don't bother me
I got two packs, Makavelli
R.I.P. to somebody smelly
Used to see us chilling outside morleys
Now they see us round the show on Telly
Section we in the street for the ready
Red buff music
Ready for the telly

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Littlez]
Still up in the ends
You can see me
Getting P's in the trap
That's easy
Bro got the Chris Brown
Not breezy
In my black Clothes
Looking all greezy
That gyal she a sket
She's sleezy
Wanna talk like they're real
Oh Really
Smoke on me
I came with't the chimney
You can get corn
If a man wanna beef me
Still up in the streets
Still up in the pave
And I know nuff' pengtings in a rave
Gyal get a beat
They don't wanna behave
Section Boy
Team Squeeze in a place
I dare a man put a hand on my friend
You can get a blade
If you wanna act brave
Still up in the ends
That's south for the Thames
None of these Niggas can't surf on the wave

[Verse 6: Swift]
Still up in the ends
How you ain't seen me
Put a brick up in Z's
Now I feel sleepy
I had to many skenz
Real way to squeezy
She's kinda peng
She's kinda fleeky
We can pull up in a Benz
Or a bimmer like Beenie
We could do her in the end
That's all needed
Trapping ain't dead
My connect's still breathing
I make gyal hold a skeng
And a lickle beating

[Hook]