Youngs Teflon - Trap Line Bling lyrics

[Intro: Youngs Teflon] No order trust me, straight out the f**ing trenches Hold tight C Rose lurky [Hook: Youngs Teflon] Everyday trapline bling n***as just trap for some bling But they spend all their prof on tings I walk to the shop in the rave for a razorblade, ribena and cling Any beef barrel gon spin Drop suttin and the carols gon sing Jump in my car play nothing but gang I'm ghosted behind these tings [Verse 1: K Trap] 2 bells in a dot dot ain't no biggie do him like pac Ring ring that's my lyca ringing Food on digi's I'm doing up trap I heard them man caught my man again Got me like damn how they do him so bad Then I just skurr on a 125 16 man was tryna do it in cabs Remember when I made my first bag smile on my face I was feeling all proud Dem man sold me the dot dot with a feel bells now I'm 7 bills down Dem boy probably spent it on shoes around here, that could never be allowed What's a pair of giuseppe's or loubs gonna do when I'm squeezing and running man down Nutting at all, them man are on nothing at all Plus I've seen them man bare times and they ain't done nothing at all Bro stepped round there with 5 in da ting now we ain't got nothing at all Got nicked for a drill interviewed 2 times and I ain't say nothing at all And that's nothing but facts Dem man don't do nothing but rap 3 rum they got him locked in the bin Brick of buge and about 3 wafs 3 Skeng they got him locked for a skeng Dot dot and 32 spin 3 S they got him locked as well 80 bells and about 2 tings [Hook: Youngs Teflon] Everyday trapline bling n***as just trap for some bling But they spend all their prof on tings I walk to the shop in the rave for a razorblade, ribena and cling Any beef barrel gon spin Drop suttin and the carols gon sing Jump in my car play nothing but gang I'm ghosted behind these tings [Verse 2: Mischief] I was really tryna' throw man corn While the plug tryna' throw man Zd's Stay away when I see blue lights Lay low when I see them feds Baker how I make that dough Nothing like the work at greggs Rather get paid from the light skin, looking all posh and vexed Fired up nowadays that's normal, how I deal with the stress on my mind Way too catty for a 3-5 the 3-5 nearly got don fried Took risks when I pedaled with the smoke Line rung so I pedaled on the grind I heard bare chat on the net No talk when I was bringing it live And their heart's on empty Done none coz their threats are empty fill up the skeng with shells And I'm tryna come back on empty Don't know about these guys in the field, I've been on the pitch like Wembley Double tap with my hands on the 12 Reload coz the corn come plenty My don don't pop up on volts from the hood that's all I know Couldn't sleep on the disrespect Chatty mouths got me round there loads Live corn stuffed all in poles Get flame stop, drop and roll Dotty shells and they look fat joe Green light manoeuvre and go [Hook: Youngs Teflon] Yo, Everyday trapline bling n***as just trap for some bling But they spend all their prof on tings I walk to the shop in the rave for a razorblade, ribena and cling Any beef barrel gon spin Drop suttin and the carols gon sing Jump in my car play nothing but gang I'm ghosted behind these tings