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Deathtrap (feat. Drab)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Underwood
Paul Underwood
Songwriter
Noah Babala
Noah Babala
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Marlow
Jack Marlow
Producer

Lyrics

Yuh huh, yuh huh, yuh huh Yuh, yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh Hold on, pause Oh shit, oh my god Aye, I feel like a Deathtrap, all these thoughts are in my head Living lavish, ain't no savage, I feel like a Deathtrap I feel like a Deathtrap, all these thoughts are in my head Living lavish, ain't no savage, I feel like a Deathtrap White flag, abstract, gonna need a body bag Gonna cook 'em like meat and it's fat back Backpack, hoodie and I'm texting on my Snapchat Talking hella tough how the fuck Hashtag relax, scratch that bitch need a Tampax Doing all this work and I flip it like it's flapjacks Check that, I just had a flashback, text back Spitting all these bullets body slam 'em like it's backlash Cruising all day all around town, I ain't had no clout it's a let down I ain't really fucking with a meltdown, didn't work out so we friends now I feel like a Deathtrap, all these thoughts are in my head Living lavish, ain't no savage, I feel like a Deathtrap I feel like a Deathtrap, all these thoughts are in my head Living lavish, ain't no savage, I feel like a Deathtrap Got pics on my gram and I'm using no captions All bout that talk and you not bout that doxing Dripping and tripping I got a new fashion None of these fakers will be my distraction Paint on her face so you know that I'm smashing Twelve rolling up so you know that we dashing Eyes red enough so you know that we gassed I'm talking to her so you know that I'm passing Zero time, seeing slime, bout to flex, fuck you guys Young Drab, Spotify, in the cut, on the rise Cruising all day all around town, I ain't had no clout it's a let down I ain't really fucking with a meltdown, didn't work out so we're friends now Street Fighter bitch, bouta flash kick, Chun-Li Falling out the bus, guess I'll drop in, Trippie Whole lotta red, 'bouta kick it like Carti Playboy in the crib and he balling like Uzi 5AM here with the YSIV Coming back to music with the true heat maybe People on my line going real bald, no bosly This Tarantino shit I'm on my A-game like Bobby Chernobyl shit, radiation when I'm on stage Tryna make some money but this bitch offer no wage Killing this shit like San Diego, no rampage Time to move to Mars like I'm Elon, it's space age
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