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YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Kevin Gates
Trap Out
11,780
Hip-Hop/Rap
Trap Out was released on August 12, 2025 by Never Broke Again/Motown Records as a part of the album DESHAWN
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AlbumDESHAWN
Release DateAugust 12, 2025
LabelNever Broke Again/Motown Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Rap
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Rap
juppybeats
juppybeats
Programming
MST
MST
Programming
Henry8
Henry8
Programming
TreFromTha8
TreFromTha8
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Jasper Cortez
Jasper Cortez
Songwriter
Mick Steinbach
Mick Steinbach
Songwriter
Henry Bingham
Henry Bingham
Songwriter
Trevor Delane
Trevor Delane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
juppybeats
juppybeats
Producer
MST
MST
Producer
Henry8
Henry8
Producer
TreFromTha8
TreFromTha8
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
That's that, ayy, bitch, I'm a gangster (Henry, you ate this one)
"Ayy, you gon' respect my mind," what I'm tryna tell her right now, Henry
She think she finna G5 a G (Tre, what you cookin'?)
Baby, I been on this train a long time (All aboard)
[Chorus]
That's another load, she know I can't quit for sure
That's an elbow, oh, yes, I'm him, I ain't use no stove
Big brother doin' a thousand years, ain't never hearin', "I told"
They was dissin', I killed, fiends run out of my dope
[Verse 1]
I had to trap out
In the slums, in the cut, in the trenches for some years, I grew that trap out
I'm headin' over, en route with the yola
Protectin' the spot with a MAC at the traphouse
I'm on the stage, my money ain't made
They callin' to see 'bout wherever I'm at now
We get 'em, we ship 'em wherever you at now
[Verse 2]
Ain't got this out the mud and I hate how I'm livin'
One in a million, I stand at attention
Controllin' the slums and I can't get out of here
And I hate that city
Los Mexicanos, mi guerrero, mi sin nombre (Cartel boss)
In the cartel, I'm fully committed
In violent environment, rockin' designer
Thermostat, got a remote for the climate
That meanin' I'm in control of the temperature
Sworn an 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 sisters"
I don't complain, I handle the business
Done made it look good while sustainin' these injuries
My heart been stained, but nothin' been fixin' it
I been showin' love and it scarred me
Real street ****, 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 that's where I send it
Confirmin' transmission, the package delivered
Satellite phone, a Mexican biller
Island surrounded by beautiful women
Prayin' to God that you was here with me
When you not okay, my spirit can feel it, feel it
You who my soul belongs to and I'm not ashamed to admit it
[Chorus]
That's another load, she know I can't quit for sure
That's an elbow, oh, yes, I'm him, I ain't use no stove
Big brother doin' a thousand years, ain't never hearin', "I told"
They was dissin', I killed, fiends run out of my dope
[Verse 3]
I broke a piece of the road, I ain't fuck with the hammer
I been dippin' with Bo, keep that shit from Montana
Let's board the boat, let's go head to the H
I don't talk when it's landin', the phone got a jammer
And I'm at the spot by the stove, Vaughn out of the door
I'm controllin' this bitch with no camera
Five-ton jack, get the tar, I'ma hit it from scratch
'Fore it go in the bag, put a stamp on 'em
Unc' in the cell, he took time, ain't no bail
Brother stuck up in hell, put a cape on Kendell
We take a fifth and make five in Los Angeles house
Bitch, I'm rappin' and trappin' in here
I'ma hit it and hit it and stack it and give
Everything that I'm holdin' inside to the gang
On the road with the 5, we was both doin' time
2X oldest child, I'll serve you a thing
That's another load, she know I can't quit for sure
That's an elbow, oh, yes, I'm him, I ain't usin' no stove
Big brother doin' a thousand years, ain't never hearin', "I told"
Play with diss and I kill, labels callin' my phone
I can send my album out
****, I got eights, sixteens, what you want? I'm servin' hella sounds
I'm comin' however you want, ****, I got hella flows
****, what's your Alamo?
She ain't got no alibi, now she ain't got me no more (Me no more)
[Outro]
Hello?
Ayy, I just wanted to let you know I'm en route, sir
I'm finna drop AI YoungBoy 3 after this
I'ma get at you, man, bet
NBA YoungBoy
Kevin Gates
This mixtape special
DESHAWN
Written by: Henry Bingham, Jasper Cortez, Kentrell Gaulden, Kyle Claiborne, Mick Steinbach, Trevor Delane

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