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Fiends at the Trap

Ruin Voss

Trap

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Pulsing 808 basslines anchor this gritty trap track, complemented by rapid-fire hi-hat rolls and sharp snare claps that create an unrelenting groove. Auto-tuned vocals deliver raw tales of street hustles and betrayal over brooding dark synths, evoking the neon haze of urban nights. The production builds hypnotic tension, perfect for late-night drives through the concrete jungle.

Lyrics

intro

Whispers in the shadows, yeah, we movin' silent Heart cold as the concrete, chasin' that violence

verse

Grew up where the sirens scream every damn night Pockets empty, dreams heavy, fightin' for the light Flippin' packs in the alley, scales tippin' wrong Enemies lurkin', but my aim stay strong Lost brothers to the reaper, blood on the pavement Stackin' this paper, turn pain into payment Hustle never sleeps, eyes wide in the dark From the mud to the marble, leavin' my mark Bullets whisper secrets, I dodge 'em with grace Buildin' an empire in this forsaken place Loyalty's a ghost, trust gets you buried But I rise from the ashes, never gettin' carried

chorus

Trap house boomin', we eatin' off the streets Dope in my veins, money in my reach Ride or die, no peace, just the grind and the heat King of the concrete, crown heavy on me Trap house boomin', yeah, we own the night Fiends at the door, turn wrong into right No mercy, no sleep, in this war we fight Stack it to the ceiling, under neon lights

verse

Nights blend to blurs, powder lines on the glass Betrayal cuts deeper than the shank in my past Whip gleamin' stolen, rims spinnin' like fate Dodgin' the feds, accelerate, no brake Love's just a trap, she want the ice on her neck But loyalty's rare, leave her drownin' in wreck From rags to the riches, scars tell the tale Every scar's a victory, I never gon' fail Demons in my mirror, but I stare 'em down Crown forged in fire, claimin' my town Hustle eternal, no chains hold me back From the bottom we climb, never lookin' back

chorus

Trap house boomin', we eatin' off the streets Dope in my veins, money in my reach Ride or die, no peace, just the grind and the heat King of the concrete, crown heavy on me Trap house boomin', yeah, we own the night Fiends at the door, turn wrong into right No mercy, no sleep, in this war we fight Stack it to the ceiling, under neon lights

outro

Yeah, from the shadows we rise... Trap life forever, no compromise... Echoes fade, but the hunger stays...

Fiends at the Trap

Ruin Voss

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