paroles de chanson Trapped - Yo Gotti
I'm
trapped
in
I'm
trapped
in,
I
know
it
Ayy
I
know
I'm
trapped,
I'm
trapped,
I'm
trapped,
I
know
I'm
trapped
Yeah,
yeah,
ayy,
look
I
heard
my
niggas
talkin'
'bout
me,
whispers
gettin'
closer
(Uh)
Niggas
say
I
ain't
breaking
bread,
I
don't
even
know
you
(Uh)
All
the
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
(Cross
me)
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
fifty
and
oh,
I'm
Floyd
(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
(Cool)
So
now
that
you
know
(Know),
what
you
want
to
do?
(Huh?)
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
nothin'
against
Me,
I
ain't
got
nothin'
against
you
too,
but
Rrr,
rrr,
rrr,
I
hope
it
hit
you
too
I
want
his
mama
to
miss
him,
and
I
want
your
people
to
miss
you
too
Want
that
Gucci,
Louis,
Fendi,
so
you
take
them
risks
(Risks)
And
you
ain't
workin'
nine-to
fives,
You
overtime
in
kitchens
(Kitchens)
You
bought
a
Rollie
and
Cuban
'fore
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'
(Focused)
Ridin'
with
that
Draco,
Gotti,
what
the
hell
you
thinkin'?
Word
to
Hov,
slow
it
down,
Gotti,
woah
(Woah)
Four
hundred
for
the
truck,
this
ain't
the
Lam',
this
the
Rolls
Like
a
hundred-fifty
difference,
that's
a
Richard
Mille
more
(Plain)
I'll
say
five
bricks
if
we
wanna
talk
in
code
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
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