Trap Out

That's that, ayy, bitch, I'm a gangster. Ayy, you gon' respect my man.

What I'm tryna tell her right now, hear it.

-She think she feelin' a G5 or a G. -Boy, what you cookin'?

-Baby, I been on this crane a long time. -All aboard!

There's another load, she know I can't quit for sure. There's an L Bo, oh, yes,

I'm him, I ain't use no stove.

Big brother doin' a thousand years, I ain't never hear an I told. Play with this and I kill, fans in all the Midos.

I had to travel in the slums, in the cut, in the trenches for some years, I grewed, I travel.

I made it over and ride with the Yoda, protectin' the spot with a MAC at the trap house. I'm on the stage, my money ain't made, they caught in the C-Block wherever

I'm at now. Get 'em, we ship 'em wherever you at now.

Ain't got this out the mud, now you know I'm lit. I'm one of the men, I'm standin' attention.

Was born in the slums and I can't get out of here, and I hate that me.

Los Mexicanos me quieren, sí, nombre, cartel Bo. In the cartel, I'm fully committed.

Environment, environment, rockin' the Xylok. Promise they got a remote for the climate.

That mean that I'm in control of the temperature. Swore on the oath when I took this position that

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 sister. I don't complain, I handle the business.

I made it look good by sustainin' these business. Hard to maintain when nothin' been fixin'.

I been showin' love and it scar 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 then where I send it. Confirm the transmission, the package delivered.

Satellite phone in a Mexican villa. Island surrounded by beautiful women. Prayin' to

God that you is here with me. When you not okay, my spirit can feel it.

I'm feelin', you who my soul belongs to and I'm not ashamed of it.

There's another load, she know I can't quit for sure.

There's an L Bo, oh, yes, I'm him, I ain't use no stove.

Big brother doin' a thousand years, I ain't never hear an I told.

Play with this and I kill, labels callin' my phone. I just sent my album out. Nigga, I got eight sixteen on ten.

I'm savin' hella songs. I'm comin' out here where you are, nigga, I got hella flows.

Nigga, what's your alibi? She ain't got no alibi. Now she ain't got me no more.

Hello? Ayy, I just wanted to let you know I'm in

Rochester. I'm finna drop a YoungBoy 3 after this. I'ma get at you then. Bet.

NBA YoungBoy,

Kevin Gates.

This mixtape special.

Dushawn