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Skilla Baby - Trapped [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skilla Baby
Skilla Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevon Gardner
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
Ian Lewis
Ian Lewis
Songwriter
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Songwriter
Walter "Bunny" Sigler
Walter "Bunny" Sigler
Songwriter
Ronald Tyson
Ronald Tyson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Schife Karbeen
Schife Karbeen
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Additional Engineer
Chris Smith
Chris Smith
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now I'm like two million up, and that shit still ain't enough
When I go to sleep, I think about them shootin' up my truck
But I'm still out here doin' me, I just don't give a fuck
My lil' cousins love me, I can't let them see me givin' up
Always got good grades in school, still played the fool
When them **** made they move, you know me, I played it cool
**** playin' both sides, I don't ever make 'em choose
All these trophies on my neck, they could never say I lose, huh
[Chorus]
Dope fein, coke, lean (Fein, lean)
Lil' **** from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen
All they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin no cheese
I'm rich as fuck, **** wanna lift me up, I still won't leave
I'm strapped, I won't leave the hood, I think I'm clapped (Clapped)
Them boys shot at us, we went got back (Back)
Every time we spin somebody got tapped (Tapped)
My lil' **** thirteen and got hats (Hats)
[Bridge]
Nah, for real
That's how this shit goes
Real chasers
[Verse 2]
Every time I leave the house somebody tryin' to kill me
Old **** from the hood tryna Dr. Phil me
I'm on my tenth hood home, I'm 'bout to cop a building
If you ain't never been through shit, you not gonna feel me
I done sold dope, been shot and shot at
I been locked up, got got and got back
I done stood in the kitchen and watched my brother lock crack
I done stayed in the trap watched the fiends cop packs
[Chorus]
Dope fein, coke, lean (Fein, lean)
Lil' **** from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen
All they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin no cheese
I'm rich as fuck, **** wanna lift me up, I still won't leave
I'm strapped, I won't leave the hood, I think I'm clapped (Strapped, clapped)
Them boys shot at us, we went got back (Back)
Every time we spin somebody got tapped (Tapped)
My lil' **** thirteen and got hats (Hats)
Written by: Ben Diehl, Ian Lewis, Ronald Tyson, Trevon Gardner, Walter "Bunny" Sigler
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