[Intro]
From the studio, straight back to the traphouse (To the traphouse)
On the road, where we at now (Look where we at)
From the studio, straight back to the traphouse (To the traphouse)
June, you're a genius
Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & YFN Lucci]
From the studio, straight back to the traphouse (To the traphouse)
Gettin' money on the road, where we at now (Look where we at)
Put down that sack, but we ain't never put them straps down
We ain't underground no more, we on the map now
From the studio, straight back to the traphouse (To the traphouse)
Gettin' money on the road, where we at now (Look where we at)
Put down that sack, but we ain't never put them straps down
We ain't underground no more, we on the map now (Yeah)

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Came from the studio, straight back to the traphouse
We came for takin', ain't no way we gonna ask now
You know me, I can't be comin' like the cash cow
And all the money, I won't never put my strap down

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Stayed down, came up, kept it one hundred
I wake up every mornin' chasin' money
I had to prove my point, you know I ain't never back down
I had got locked up, they knocked me down but now I'm standin' tall
Life from the slums, been real, I'm straight out the North
I remember hustlers spinnin' in and tryna stake it out
Gotta roll the dice, n***as takin' chances, that's the ball
Gamblin' with your life, say, "Lil' n***a, you might lose it all"
Fuck, when I first started, I ain't lyin', it feel a day ago
Facin' thirty years, I'm just stressin' about these charge and all
How deep it really is to keep it real? You will never know
They don't feel my pain, don't understand the shit that I be on
Real trapper once we get it, we gon' get it gone (We gon' get it gone)
We gon' make a lil' bit extra off for every pound (Every pound)
I hit a lick and with my n***as, we gon' split it all (Split it all)
You know I ain't never ever put that hammer on (Put that hammer on)
[Chorus]
From the studio, straight back to the traphouse (To the traphouse)
Gettin' money on the road, where we at now (Look where we at)
Put down that sack, but we ain't never put them straps down
We ain't underground no more, we on the map now
From the studio, straight back to the traphouse (To the traphouse)
Gettin' money on the road, where we at now (Look where we at)
Put down that sack, but we ain't never put them straps down
We ain't underground no more, we on the map now

[Open Verse]