trap anthem
“Big Smoke & Young J (Trap Anthem)” (Hook) Big Smoke, big pressure, yeah the whole block know (woo) Young J with me, that’s a two-man show (gang) Too much drip when we walk, lights glow (ice) Can’t mess with us, better lay low (nah) Big Smoke, big smoke, yeah the gas too strong (smoke) Young J goin’ up, we been on too long (yeah) Came from the mud, now the money too long (racks) Whole team eatin’, put the squad put on (gang) (Verse 1) Came in the game with a chip and a plan Now we stack blues, throw bands with the hand Big Smoke slide through, dark tint on the van Young J too cold, turn a boy to a fan Neck froze, wrist froze, everything water (ice) Boss moves only, talking money get louder Started with crumbs, now we feast getting larger Anybody test us getting crossed like a charger 808 hit make the whole room shake Big Smoke too real, no move ever fake Young J got heat, every verse earthquake We don’t chase clout, we just run up the cake (Hook) Big Smoke, big pressure, yeah the whole block know (woo) Young J with me, that’s a two-man show (gang) Too much drip when we walk, lights glow (ice) Can’t mess with us, better lay low (Verse 2) Late night trap moves, counting up digits Big smoke clouds while the bassline kick it Whole squad lit and the vibe too wicked Touch one of mine, whole scene get shifted Top floor views where the real ones sit Young J locked in, every move legit Big Smoke talk and the room go lit Built this from hunger, now we all get rich (Outro) Big Smoke… (smoke) Young J… (gang) Too much pressure… (woo) Whole trap jumping when we touch the stage bitch…
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“Big Smoke & Young J (Trap Anthem)” (Hook) Big Smoke, big pressure, yeah the whole block know (woo) Young J with me, that’s a two-man show (gang) Too much drip when we walk, lights glow (ice) Can’t mess with us, better lay low (nah) Big Smoke, big smoke, yeah the gas too strong (smoke) Young J goin’ up, we been on too long (yeah) Came from the mud, now the money too long (racks) Whole team eatin’, put the squad put on (gang) (Verse 1) Came in the game with a chip and a plan Now we stack blues, throw bands with the hand Big Smoke slide through, dark tint on the van Young J too cold, turn a boy to a fan Neck froze, wrist froze, everything water (ice) Boss moves only, talking money get louder Started with crumbs, now we feast getting larger Anybody test us getting crossed like a charger 808 hit make the whole room shake Big Smoke too real, no move ever fake Young J got heat, every verse earthquake We don’t chase clout, we just run up the cake (Hook) Big Smoke, big pressure, yeah the whole block know (woo) Young J with me, that’s a two-man show (gang) Too much drip when we walk, lights glow (ice) Can’t mess with us, better lay low (Verse 2) Late night trap moves, counting up digits Big smoke clouds while the bassline kick it Whole squad lit and the vibe too wicked Touch one of mine, whole scene get shifted Top floor views where the real ones sit Young J locked in, every move legit Big Smoke talk and the room go lit Built this from hunger, now we all get rich (Outro) Big Smoke… (smoke) Young J… (gang) Too much pressure… (woo) Whole trap jumping when we touch the stage bitch…
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“Run it up”