Trapped Outttt lyrics

(Who Made This sh*t?)
(TayTay Made The Beat)
Look, look, I'm coming
I'm cut from a different cloth from these n*ggas, you heard me?
Aye, you pus*y ass n*ggas 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
f*ck that b*tch come out the hills, I want the one that's ratchet (Slime)
I don't give a f*ck '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 f*ckin' time
What it is? That Big Slime, they gon' lock me on that line
While up in jail, thousand goblins, gеt me a Smith & Wesson knife
You f*ck with him, I f*ck with you
You wastе my time, you down bad
You told me lies, I kept it real, and b*tch I always had yo' back
Them n*ggas shot up my whole car, BaBa got them up off my ass
I know you heard about that story of that pus*y pumping gas
Hold on, I got him, I bust that right, stay right here
He got filled up (Bow bow)
b*tch, 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, n*gga
I'm with that, ole pus*y ass n*gga, let's get straight to it, n*gga
b*tch, I bust them, bust back (Wow, 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 momma totin' the heat
I got my sister with that blick
My whole fam' a murder tree
7 million, wasn't no fee, my f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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)
pus*y n*gga, that's yo ass (Uh), you try one game wit' me (Yeah)
I f*ck with shawty, and she f*ck 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 yo' ass
(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 momma totin' the heat)
(I got my sister with that blick)
(My whole fam' a murder tree)