Lyrical Breakdown of Trap Going Big Boy Crazy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Trap Going Big Boy Crazy" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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We major
Yeah, I got a trap going big, boy crazy
Pushin' the trap and I drive my Mercedes
Go back and forth just like Lil' Baby
Jump on that jet and I go on vacation
Yeah, jump on that PJ, you know that I count up an 80
Puttin' my stone in a brand-new Mercedes
Countin' that money, I know that they hate it
Yeah, I got unlimited money
Yeah, I got unlimited traps
Yeah, I got unlimited funds
Yeah, nigga, we do notches
Yeah, nigga, we rap with a brick, uh
I'm in the trap, and I'm breaking up creakier, uh
I'm in the trap, and I'm breaking creakier, uh
Play with the gang, we gon' bust down the brick, uh
Badass bitch tryna fuck me so quick, uh
Hop in that Lambo, I switch in the ship, uh
One, two, three, four, five, six, uh
Switchin' that bitch, says girl, uh
Yeah, I'm switchin', I'm switchin' the lane
I bust down my watch and I bust down my chain
Yeah, I'm smokin' on zaza, I'm high as a plane
I'm droppin' my album, increasin' my streams
Yeah, walk in the club, and I'm makin' it rain
I'm shootin' that shot just like 23
Walk in the club with my ice on freeze
Cartier bustin' with the Van Cleef
This right here perfect timing (timing)
All my diamonds, they be shinin' (shinin')
Bentley G63's reclinin' (clinin')
I just heard that when I'm shinin' (sheesh-sheesh)
Yeah, I can jump on a PJ and go to the island
Yeah, walk on the stage and everybody wildin'
Drippin' in Cartier, don't need no stylist (let's go)
I drip in Chanel, Young Draco, nigga, I play with the bell (bell)
Jump fence, runnin' from 12
Young Draco, I put that block on a scale
Young Draco, nigga, I'm servin' the Wock'
Swag 6, I got the shit make your heart stop
Balenciaga, I'm drippin' my sauce (drip)
Lambo the Urus, I don't wanna walk, no (woo)
Can't go through withdrawals
Sippin' on lean, I put money in wall
I can't fuck with y'all, Young Draco, nigga, I wake up and ball
I might buy the mall, Young Draco, I put the bitch 'til you hall
Louis V, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Balenciaga for fun
I'm the young nigga that started this shit (woo)
I'm the young nigga that bust down the brick (woo)
I'm the young nigga with chains
I'm the young nigga, they knowin' my name
Yeah, I'm feelin' like stairs on the gang
I'm feelin' like bustin' down all of my chains
Yeah, I'm feelin' like makin' it rain
I'm feelin' like never fuckin' with you niggas again
Straight up to all the peer on the side
Three hundred thousand for the brand-new ride
Tinted the window, can't see inside
Call up my jeweler, all of this ice (sheesh)
All of this, all of this ice
Know that a young nigga play with them bands
Sippin' on lean, now I can't even stand
You know that Young Draco always doin' on purpose
I play with that gang and their pots
I'm whippin' that dope 'til that shit lock up (lock up)
Everybody know that we fall
Call up my jeweler, I need this shit cold
Cartier bustin' in kind of my breast thing
He dodgin' bullets like he in the Matrix, uh
Drip with that muh'fuckin' swag
All of the bag, I pull up and spray shit, huh