[Chorus: Squay]
Im trapped out, I'm trapped out
Got my trap b**h layin' around the trap house
In my trap whip, I'm on that trap sh**
Got my trap phone, b**h I'm trapped out
I'm trapped out, yeah hoe I'm trapped out
Got my trap b**h cookin' at the trap house
On that trap sh**, bump it in my trap whip
On my trap phone, trappin' then I pa** out
[Verse 1: Squay]
That p**y wider than a panorama, I don't want it
I smell how them bricks mid, I don't want 'em
I know what yo b**h did, pimpin' what she told you
I swear I can't see yall when I'm on that soda
I hit the streets and went straight to the manager
I will not wait, no, I might use the hammer, not my manners
Shoot you and the witness, no bandana
I don't care nothin' about none of that
I don't care, nothin' but runnin' stacks
You payin' for it, I'll run it back
Runnin' packs, I-20, I-75
Order 4 and I'm sendin' 5 'cause I'm fortified and I'm fortified
I said I'm on the road and I'm runnin' packs, I-5 to I-95
Order 10 and I plus 5, that's a lot of pies, I'm in a f**in' trap
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[Verse 2: Dr. Yams]
Another dead junkie in the streets
That's money in my pocket, I get to eat
Sponge up your homeboy with my heat
Throw the cadaver in wet concrete
Slang that fye loud product, make that trap a** twerk
And run up on my boy Richie Rich and get hollow-point murked
Bowie knives strapped at night, city streets that I lurk
Junkie's lining up at the door to light up my hard work
Mixing up that mescaline mycelium
Sitting at the top, my pockets filled with helium
Futuristic HK, b**h I'm an alien
Gorgin' gory [?] have you leakin' out the back of your cranium
Blast your a**, check your wallet for any 50's
Order another obituary somewhere in the city
Pull up to the booty club for them flashing titties
Dr. Yams, another f**er coming up in the Joint Committee
Flexing on this money, need a ride to the ATM
Feed you to my pitbull, na she won't waste a limb
[?] on the streets that I dictate
Trap house falling apart from the heavy weight
[Chorus]