Letra de Trapped Out - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

Look, look, I'm coming

I'm cut from a different cloth from these niggas, you heard me?

Ayy, you pussy-ass niggas got it out the street, we got it out the mud (Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playing though)

Uh

Trap house trapped out, whole lot of trafficking

Hold on, I got that heroin for my bro investing packs (Woo)

Big knots, big knots, get that money and I stack it

Fuck that bitch come out the hills, I want the one that's ratchet (Slime)

No, I don't give a fuck 'bout where you catch me at, you know I got my iron

They catch me with this blick on me, I'm gon' get plenty fuckin' time

What it is? This big slime, they gon' lock me on that line

While up in jail, thousand goblins, get me a Smith & Wesson knife

You fuck with him, I fuck with you, you waste my time, you down bad

You told me lies, I kept it real and, bitch, I always had your back

Them niggas shot up my whole car, BaBa got them up off my ass

I know you heard about that story of that pussy pumping gas

Point him out, I got him out, bust that right, stay right here

He got filled up

Baow, baow, bitch, you know you hit at us

Missed, you should've had some luck

Vest on all in Walmart

I got this Beretta tucked and plus my wife gon' fire something

Let's do it, nigga, I'm with that

Old pussy-ass nigga, let's get straight to it, nigga, bitch, I bust them, bust back

Wow, wow, I got them racks on me, got that strap on me

Got lil' baby on me, but she know that I'm a slime

Got these chains dancing on me, I got my mama totin' the heat

I got my sister with that blick, my whole fam' a murder tree

Seven million wasn't no fee, my fuckin' house, it wasn't cheap

I want him shot all in his mouth the way they did bro in the street (In the street)

Check the way I walk, I pop these Xans, the cut like me (Oh, woah)

I spray the whole fuckin' car soon as they pulled off, leave (Oh, woah)

I'ma shoot a video on top of racks soon as they let me free, yeah (Yeah)

Pussy nigga, that's your ass, you try one game with me (Yeah)

I fuck with shorty and she fuck with me

Huh, I'm from the bottom where we throw your body in the sea

Who gon' keep it trill with me? Who gon' really have my back?

YoungBoy, why you act like that? 'Cause I'll never trust your ass (Wow)

Got them racks on me, got that strap on me

Got lil' baby on me, but she know that I'm a slime

Got these chains dancing on me, I got my mama totin' the heat

I got my sister with that blick, my whole fam' a murder tree

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