Lyrical Breakdown of Trap Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Trap Out" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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That's that, ayy, bitch I'm a gangsta
Ayy, you gon' respect my mind
While I'm tryna tell her right now
Henry (Henry, you ate this one)
She think she finna G5 a G (Tre
What you cookin'?)
Baby, I been on this train a long
Time (All aboard)
That's another load, she know I
Can't quit, for sure
That's a half boat, oh, yes I'm
'member I ain't use no stove
Big brother doin' a thousand
Years, I ain't never hearin' I told
They was dissin', I killed, fans
And all of my dogs
I trap out, in the slums, in the cut
In the trenches for some years, I
Grew it, I trap out
I made it over and ride with the
'yola
Protectin' the spot with a Mac at
The traphouse
I'm on the stage, my money ain't
Made
They callin' to see 'bout wherever
I'm at now
Get 'em, we ship it wherever you
At now
Ain't got this out the mud and I
Hate that I'm lit
One in a million, I stand at
Attention
Controlling the slums and I can't
Get outta here, and I hate that
It's me
[?] sin nombre (Cartel boss)
In the cartel, I'm fully committed
In violent environment, rockin'
Designer
Thermostat, gotta remote for
The climate
That mean I'm in control of
The temperature
Sworn on an oath when I took
This position
And then I'm acceptin'
Whatever come with it
Stressful as hell, can't lie to my
Children
Teachin' my sons, it's part of
The game
If I ever leave, take care of your
Sisters
I don't complain, I handle the
Business
In the middle of [?], I'm sustainin'
These injuries
My heart been stained, but nothin'
Been fixing it
I been showin' love and it scarred
Me
Street nig*a, can't turn my back
On the trenches
Just got a text from my other
Lieutenant
Only excited whenever they hit me
Send me the addy and everywhere
I send it
Confirming the transmission in the
Back, just a little
Satellite phone, the miss can't bill
'em
Always surrounded by beautiful
Women
Prayin' to God that you was here
With me
When you're not okay, my spirit
Can feel it (I can feel it)
You my soul belongs to, and I'm
Not ashamed of it
That's another load, she know I
Can't quit, for sure
That's a half boat, oh, yes, I'm
'member I ain't use no stove
Big brother doin' a thousand
Years, I ain't never hearin' I told
They was dissin', I killed, fans
And all of my dogs
I broke a piece of the road, I ain't
Fuck with the ham
I been dippin' with boat, keep
That shit from Montana
That's boy after boat, it's gon'
Hit it in H
I don't talk when it's landin'
The phone got a jammer
And I'm at the spot by the
Stove, Vaughn out of the door
I'm controllin' this bitch with
No camera
5-Ton jack, get the tar, I'ma hit it
From scratch
'Fore it go in the bag, put a
Stamp on it
Unc' in the cell, he took time
Ain't no bail
Brother stuck up in here, put
A cape on Kendell
We take a fifty, make five in
Los Angeles house
Bitch, I'm rappin' and trappin'
In here
I'ma hit it and hit it and stack it
And get it
Everything that I'm holdin'
It's signed to the gang
On the road with the 5
We a'both doin' time
Two time only chain
I see everything
That's another load, she know
I can cook, for sure
That's a half boat oh, yes, i'm
'member I ain't use no stove
Big brother doin' a thousand
Years, I ain't never hearin' I told
Play with this 'nd I killed, labels
Callin' my phone
I can send my album out, nig*a
I got [Asics?] stain, what you want?
I'm sendin' hella signs, I'm comin'
Out, bit*h, what you want
Nig*a, I got hella flows, nig*a
What's your alamo?
She ain't got no alibi, now she
Ain't got me no more (Me no more)
Hello?
Ayy, I just wanted to let you know
I'm in route sir
I'm finna drop AI YoungBoy 3 after
This, ima get at you mane, bet
NBA YoungBoy, Kevin Gates
This mixtape special
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