Taleban Dooda – “Trappin’ Ain’t Dead” (ft. 42 Dugg)

Taleban Dooda is here with “Trappin’ Ain’t Dead” featuring 42 Dugg. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by Helluva Beats.

Taleban Dooda Trappin’ Ain’t Dead

Taleban Dooda is an artist coming straight out of Tampa Bay, Florida and the rapper is someone who likes to represent his city. Of course, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers recently won the Super Bowl and after the championship game, he decided to shoot a music video with up-and-coming star 42 Dugg. The result was a brand new track called “Trappin’ Ain’t Dead” which provides some high-octane youthful energy.

The track begins with a menacing hook from Taleban Dooda who then delivers an equally energetic verse. From there, the track transitions over to 42 Dugg who provides his unique sound to the song. Overall, this is a song you would come to expect from the two and the final product is something that many young fans will enjoy.

Taleban Dooda – Trappin’ Ain’t Dead (ft. 42 Dugg) (prod. Helluva Beats)

Lyrics

[Intro: Taleban Dooda]
Ayy, 4-Tray, they the squad
4 shit, no ho shit, yeah
(Helluva, baby)
Yeah

[Chorus: Taleban Dooda]
Trappin’ ain’t dead, you lookin’ scamped out (You lookin’ scamped out)
Bitch, you ain’t ever seen a drum, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out)
My lil’ brother had that jam, we had to bang him out (We had to bang him out)
Wrecker was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (He a felon now)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (This is our town)
I can’t even trust a bitch, can’t let my guard down (Guard down)
That boy finally got a stick, he actin’ hard now (He actin’ hard now)
Big bro be watchin’ for the feds, he sellin’ hard now (He sellin’ hard now)

[Verse 1: Taleban Dooda]
And that’s a [?], it’s tragic, but he flied out (Flied out)
Lil’ Guap smacked him with a stick until he passed out (Yeah, passed out)
Now they was funny, tables turned, we get to laughin’ now (We get to laughin’ now)
My mama proud, her baby turned into a cash cow (Ayy, I’m I’m a cash cow)
Forever throw your fours to the sky (Yeah)
I, forever throw them fours ’til I die (‘Til I die)
Now we can’t time, I’m runnin’ with my pride (My pride)
And we used to fist fight before we stuntin’ iron (Stuntin’ iron)
I’m sorry, but I can’t tote no Glock, unless a .30 on it (A .30 on it)
Your baby daddy said “Lemme rock, just get rid of homie” (Just get rid of homie)
Four pockets full, on the regular I keep fifty on me (I keep fifty on me)
And none of this shit light, real gold, diamonds heavy on me (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Taleban Dooda & 42 Dugg]
Trappin’ ain’t dead, you lookin’ scamped out (You lookin’ scamped out)
Bitch, you ain’t ever seen a drum, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out)
My lil’ brother had that jam, we had to bang him out (We had to bang him out)
Wrecker was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (He a felon now)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (This is our town)
I can’t even trust a bitch, can’t let my guard down (Guard down)
That boy finally got a stick, he actin’ hard now (Yeah, He actin’ hard now)
Big bro be watchin’ for the feds, he sellin’ hard now (He sellin’ hard now)

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
I still be fuckin’ with the [?] at the doghouse (Dugg)
If you ain’t yellin’, “Free Tim” He ’bout to fall out
Ball out, I’ma hold it down ’til they all out
Made nigga, I done dumped shit, I done saved niggas
Grave digger
Probably still livin’, ain’t got pay for ’em (Why not?)
Baby girl sell that pussy, throw some Bape on her (Bape on her)
He ain’t holdin’ it down, I just hate [?]
First hundred got made was off of fake drugs
Young dawg, dick sucker, said he made up (How?)
Ten toes, [?], I’m in a hood
Bad bitch got ass on her, but she can’t cook
Ayy, I don’t know some meaty niggas [?] (That’s right)
Lamb truck [?] nigga, free Reek (Skrrt)
Young nigga turned bitch, always three deep (Yeah)
I can’t remember the time where it was free me (Me)
Fuck the feds ’til I’m dead, nigga free me

[Chorus: Taleban Dooda]
Trappin’ ain’t dead, you lookin’ scamped out (You lookin’ scamped out)
Bitch, you ain’t ever seen a drum, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out)
My lil’ brother had that jam, we had to bang him out (We had to bang him out)
Wrecker was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now (He a felon now)
Bitch, we run the city, this is our town (This is our town)
I can’t even trust a bitch, can’t let my guard down (Guard down)
That boy finally got a stick, he actin’ hard now (He actin’ hard now)
Big bro be watchin’ for the feds, he sellin’ hard now (He sellin’ hard now)

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