Trap House Jumpin'
Phantom Stacks
Trap
About
Booming 808 basslines drive this intense trap anthem, layered with rapid hi-hat rolls and crisp snare claps that create a hypnotic Southern groove. Auto-tuned vocals deliver raw tales of street hustling and urban survival over dark synths that evoke shadowy alleys and relentless ambition. The production builds from moody atmospheres to triumphant drops, capturing the raw energy of Atlanta trap.
Lyrics
Whispers in the shadow Heart cold as the concrete Chasing ghosts of tomorrow No peace in these streets Stacking dreams on a corner, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh- Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh- Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh A's knockin' at the door, whips on the strip One thing down the drain, rivals plottin' in the dark With my radar on lock, one shot, one kill Leavin' echoes of the clock, success tastes bittersweet Now I'm grippin' on the grip, urban kings risin' slow From the struggle we ignite, turn the power light to fuse tonight Trap hoes jumpin' money burnin' to the dancin' in the smoke But I'm still breathin' in the smoke We takin' what's left violence in the air But the crown got no flaws yeah we Trap, trap, trap till the reaper come Call stackin' bodies, stackin' bodies in the breathing From the clock to the penthouse We takin' what's left violence in the air But the crown got no flaws yeah we Trap, trap, trap till the reaper come Call stackin' bodies, stackin' bodies in the playa Stand tall, no retreat In this war we was born Ah, we was born Forever we mine Echo fadin' in the night From the cradle to the grave We forever on top Trap out of the storm trap Yeah, this is our norm Yeah, this is our norm Yeah, this is our norm Yeah, this is our norm Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh This is our norm
Trap House Jumpin'
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