TRAPPED BY MercerMars ft. G-93X

Chorus (Me):

 

Uh, got me trapped, got me trapped

 

Tryna run, can't run fast

 

I said fuck you and fuck that

 

Fucked that bitch and then I dashed

 

Got me so fuckin' trapped

 

I don't know what I'ma do

 

Will we even everlast?

 

 

 

Verse 1 (Me):

 

Had to go and get the stacks, bought that bitch a Cadillac

 

She on my mind day and night, and you know that that's a fact

 

Just got money, bitch, I'm cookin', I be whippin' up this and that

 

And these hoes all in my face, they be tryna get in my bag

 

Like, why the fuck are you on my ass?

 

These fuck niggas think they're so bad, actually, it's sad

 

You think you're the shit but you're not, so when we attack

 

Is you gon' run, nigga? Bet you gon' dash, dash

 

Unfortunately it seems you can't run fast

 

Just got the key, we gon' unlock that

 

Niggas on my D, I do not want that

 

We were never ever friends, that was all cap

 

Baby, no amends, I'ma just write raps

 

Killin' 'til the end, you know that we're strapped

 

Baby, my heart too broken to mend, it's been backstabbed

 

I don't want this to end, but I'ma call you a cab, yeah

 

So you can go home, these motherfuckers, they gon' throw stones

 

Broke my heart, so I done drove home

 

Don't even feel safe in my own home, uh

 

Got me so damn trapped, but I'm so 'lone

 

Baby, you make me mad, I'ma take the road home

 

And these niggas, they're mad, there's truly no hope

 

I been in my bag, I'm in SoHo, uh

 

And that's that, hoe, hope you hoes know (hoes know, oh)

 

Where the fuck the bros go, don't let a hoe know

 

That I love that bitch, brought my bros home

 

We sippin' that lean, then they rode home

 

I need some of that weed 'fore I phone home

 

We smokin' on trees, bitch, it glows, shone

 

They all wantin' me, I gotta go home, uh

 

Like, what is it all for? I don't wanna do it no mo'

 

And these hoes lying to my face, it's really no joke

 

Sayin' they don't know hoes, I think you know, though

 

I just want the dough, lookin' at our old photos

 

Uh, I can barely remember shit, I fuckin' solo'd

 

You motherfuckin' hoes, yeah, you should go home

 

Walk in with a gun tucked, but wearin' no coat

 

These hoes want me gone, took a fuckin' low dose

 

Of the Lexapro, oh, let 'em know, know

 

Bitches so cold-old, they're so cold-old

 

Okay, nigga, back in this bitch, with a stick, nigga

 

Really thought I wouldn't win, well, I always win, nigga

 

And you know who I'm always with, nigga

 

I just walked in with a kit, nigga, spliff, nigga

 

Like, what you want from me? Get off my dick, nigga

 

Fell in love with C's, I need that shit, nigga

 

When I'm with my G's time goes quick, nigga, quick, nigga

 

 

 

Chorus (Me):

 

Uh, got me trapped, got me trapped

 

Tryna run, can't run fast

 

I said fuck you and fuck that

 

Fucked that bitch and then I dashed

 

Got me so fuckin' trapped

 

I don't know what I'ma do

 

Will we even everlast?

 

 

 

Verse 2 (G-93X, yea he's black):

 

aight, tired of your crap, hoe, you know you won't get me back, hoe

 

why try? you know you mad, hoe, why lie? i can tell you lied, hoe

 

with my guys, yeah, i could never be by hoes

 

i get high so high i go fuckin' psycho

 

when you lie you start to cry, why lie though?

 

she can't look me in my eyes, she'd rather me die slow

 

i've been wantin' to do suicide for a very long time, hoe

 

but i'm scared to die, so i'd rather stay alive, hoe

 

got me in a bind, tryna ease my mind, hoe

 

i don't know why but sometimes i wonder if you were ever my hoe

 

highly doubt that, but it's fine, i'm fine, hoe

 

i don't know what i'ma do if you leave my fuckin' life, bro

 

i don't wanna die, no, i don't wanna die slow

 

i just wanna be by you, not by these white hoes

 

niggas get drunk and crunk, lit, fuckin' psycho

 

i just don't know any of these bitches, only some of them i know

 

cuz bitch got me high as fuck, but honestly, i always get high, bro

 

and i know that some of these hoes gon' lie, what you lie fo'?

 

okay, bitch, i'm just focusin' on getting my dough

 

you wastin' my time hoe, why the fuck is life slow?

 

she asked if i'm slow, i think you're slow, not me, baby, that ain't no typo

 

and she all up in my face, walkin' on a tightrope

 

baby, i'm not okay, did it just to spite hoes, did it in spite, though

 

i could never ever love hoes, i could care less 'bout these 5 hoes

 

i'm with 5 bros, they always come to my shows, cryo

 

bitch, i'm hot as fuck, pyro, niggas in my face, they gon' die, though

 

speakin' in lowercase, she askin' me why though

 

can't really answer that, learned these rhymes from my coach

 

that bitch cannot rhyme though, if she does, she rhymes slow

 

aggressions that are micro, fuck off, hoe, go cry, hoe

 

with me and my niggas, we fly low, ayy, we gon' fly low

 

uh, she readin' my bio (she readin' my bio)

 

she stalkin' my profiles, i think she's a psycho

 

i know that she wants me, i don't feel the same way

 

she sent me 100 messages on the fuckin' same day

 

i think she's addicted, and i think that's insane

 

i truly think you niggas are in some typa pain

 

'cause you be writin' rhymes 'bout kurt cobain

 

i know we all wanna die, and that's okay

 

but honestly, it's morally wrong, but i could care less, i put you on

 

and i gave you everythang, and now you're gone

 

stalkers in my DMs, dusk 'til dawn, yeah, was i just one of your pawns?

 

yeah i'm so lit, think i'm too far gone, yeah

 

'cause niggas they bitchin', call up Sean, yeah

 

like what the fuck are these niggas on, yeah?

 

with my gang, we be up in saint laurent, yeah

 

fuck off, you can fuck off, yeah

 

with that fake shit, you bitches all swans, yeah

 

i'm with like ten bitches, half of 'em withdrawn

 

and i know you hate this, bitch, i feel like king von

 

i pull up in the wraith quick, we fuckin' on the lawn

 

she said i'm the fakest, i'm really fuckin' not

 

with like a 5 outta 5 bitch, we runnin' from the cops

 

we won't ever get caught, no

 

or else them bitches get popped

 

watch his body drop slow

 

bitch, i am a god

 

uh, you bitches say i'm slow, but i'm not slow

 

bitch, go 'head, call the cops

 

we gon' run from the cops, hoe

 

bitch, i put you on

 

yeah, niggas, they really thought slow

 

i'ma hit the bong

 

 

 

Chorus (Me):

 

Uh, got me trapped, got me trapped

 

Tryna run, can't run fast

 

I said fuck you and fuck that

 

Fucked that bitch and then I dashed

 

Got me so fuckin' trapped

 

I don't know what I'ma do

 

Will we even everlast?