Lyrics of 'Trap Out (feat. Kevin Gates)' by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

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 nigga, 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, nigga I got stain, what you want?
I'm sendin' hella signs, I'm comin' out, bitch, what you want
Nigga, I got hella flows, nigga, 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
Deshawn