Trapped Out ft. Key Santana

B-back up on that block bitch I been trapping till the sun out

B-bitch don't speak on 4 cause if you do we bring that gun out

I just dropped the blunt & now I'm hurt it ain't no fun now

And we keep hella chops up in the truck you bet not run out

4 gon take your bread up out the bank and he won't send it back

This thot might bring her friend I call my 4 I know he hitting that

And don't post your block you most not know that we might spin it back

Got wock up in this cup this shit too strong you can't be sipping that

Goofy hoe

All up in my face but I'm too through with that

This thot up in the crib I just don't know what I'm gon do with that

4 just left the bank I hit the jack give me like 2 a stack