YoungBoy Never Broke Again Trapped Out
(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 Uh Trap house trapped out, a whole lot of trafficking (Hold on) I got that heroin for my bro investing packs (Ohh) 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) 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 (Uh), 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
