[Tekst til / Lyrics for "TRAPSUPERHERO" ft. M Huncho]

[Intro]
You either die a hero
Or you'll live long enough to see yourself become the villain

[Bro / Bridge: M Huncho]
Smoking exotic, this whip is exotic
I’m geeking and tweaking, I'm straight off the syrup
I fell in love with the trap and the fashion
I entered the bando with Maison Margiela
I'm feeling like I got a lot on my mind
I’m feeling like I got a lot on my plate
It's never enough, I need more in the safe
PTSD from all of the rain

[Omkvæd / Chorus: M Huncho]
Trap superhero with mask and a cape
Working like crazy, this mula I'm getting
If she's fucking a rapper, then I won't be hitting it
Rings on my finger, [I Jordan and Pippen it?]
Louis Vuitton on my kicks when I'm kicking it
Yeah-ahh-ahh
Kilos on kilos, you know I'm still bringing it
Huh-uhh-uhh
[Vers / Verse 1: Branco]
Mama forgive me, jeg forvandlede hele blokken til et traphouse (Mama)
Men jeg havde en datter på vej
Og du ved, din søn, he never back out; bring them gats out
Hva' ved de om smerte, brormand, tro mig, os vi kender kaos (Wow)
Hvis de tager én af vores, vi tager fem af deres
Alle spinner blokken, der’ ingen vinder her
Baby, I can’t control it
Alle min' guns, de’ locked and loaded
Ny Panemera købt cash, min young gun tror, det svin er stjålet

[Bro / Bridge: M Huncho]
Smoking exotic, this whip is exotic
I'm geeking and tweaking, I'm straight off the syrup
I fell in love with the trap and the fashion
I entered the bando with Maison Margiela
I'm feeling like I got a lot on my mind
I’m feeling like I got a lot on my plate
It's never enough, I need more in the safe
PTSD from all of the rain

[Omkvæd / Chorus: M Huncho]
Trap superhero with mask and a cape
Working like crazy, this mula I'm getting
If she's fucking a rapper, then I won't be hitting it
Rings on my finger, [I Jordan and Pippen it?]
Louis Vuitton on my kicks when I'm kicking it
Yeah-ahh-ahh
Kilos on kilos, you know I'm still bringing it
Huh-uhh-uhh
[Vers / Verse 2: Branco]
Fresh ud af bandoen med bricks i baggagen
Hvis jeg nu bli'r stoppet, så ser jeg ikk' børnene længere
Har lavet femten mil op' hoes Sony
Jeg ejer min master, men fuck nu de børnepenge
Ved du, hva' pengene, de gør ved dem, ay?
Glem de der labels, de' børnehjem, ay
Bror, vi har intet at gøre med dem, ay
De ringer, men vi vil ikk' engang røre ved dem, ay
Hva' ved de om ti bricks i det traphouse med et album–
Bassen maks. og naboen klager?
Young brudda turn that shit up
Ikk' gear back, der' ingen nabo mere

[Bro / Bridge: M Huncho]
Smoking exotic, this whip is exotic
I'm geeking and tweaking, I'm straight off the syrup
I fell in love with the trap and the fashion
I entered the bando with Maison Margiela
I'm feeling like I got a lot on my mind
I'm feeling like I got a lot on my plate
It's never enough, I need more in the safe
PTSD from all of the rain

[Omkvæd / Chorus: M Huncho]
Trap superhero with mask and a cape
Working like crazy, this mula I'm getting
If she's fucking a rapper, then I won't be hitting it
Rings on my finger, [I Jordan and Pippen it?]
Louis Vuitton on my kicks when I'm kicking it
Yeah-ahh-ahh
Kilos on kilos, you know I'm still bringing it
Huh-uhh-uhh