Trapped Out
کاور آهنگ Trapped Out از Yo Gotti, Waka Flocka Flame

Trapped Out

Definition Of A Trap Nigga۱۳۹۰۵:۲۱

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I'm trapped in

I'm trapped in, I know it

Ayy, I know I'm trap, I'm trap, I'm trap, I know I'm trap

Yeah, yeah

Ayy, look

I heard my niggas talkin' 'bout me, whispers gettin' closer

Niggas sayin' I ain't breaking bread, I don't even know you

All that shit I bought you niggas, all the shit I taught you nigga

Lil' disloyal, ungrateful nigga, I'm thinkin' I should off you niggas

Learned the hard way, keepin' it real may cost a nigga

All that love and bruh bruh shit, they gon' cross a nigga

I know that I'm trapped, I know it (I know it)

I know I'm depressed, I show it (I show it)

I'm poppin' Xans, I'm paranoid

I'm 50 and 0 I'm Floyd

Streets ain't never defeatin' me, before I was rappin' I was a G

Money was always on time, my plug ain't never mistreated me

Okay, this the intro, so I'ma set the mood (what's up?)

You thinkin' twice? I am too (yeah) so ain't none of you niggas cool

So now that you know, what you wanna do?

Ayy, free my nigga Five, I got your message, bro I miss you too

Ridin' in the car with my enemy, them bullets gon' hit you too

And now that you ain't got nothing

against me, I ain't got nothing against you, too

But, rr, rr, rr, I hope it hits you too

I want his mama to miss 'em, and I want your people to miss you too

Want that Gucci, Louis, Fendi, so you take them risks

And you ain't workin' 9 to 5's, you overtime in kitchens

You bought a Rollie and Cuban before

you bought yourself a house (trapped)

Mama in the hood, you know you forced to move the house (trapped)

You took niggas work, they went and shot up mama house (trapped)

You a selfish nigga, damn near took your mama out (damn)

Niggas never thinkin' (thinkin')

Nigga sippin' lean, drinkin',

poppin' pills sinkin', pussy niggas linkin'

Bad bitches winkin' me, eyes open never blinkin' (focus)

Ridin' with that Draco, Gotti what the hell you thinkin'?

Word to Hov

Slow it down, Gotti (whoa, whoa)

400 for the truck, this ain't the Lamb, this the Rolls

Like a 150 difference, that's a Richard Millie mo', plain

I save five bricks, if we wanna talk in codes

I'm trapped, it's like I heard the streets talkin' to me

I'm really, really trapped

Doors closed, nowhere for me to go, nigga

I'm really, really trapped