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Trap or Die

Last time I checked I was the man on these streets

They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats

Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas

Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on)

Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom

They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon

Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man

Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man

Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hit man

I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband

Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play

Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right, dramatic nigga)

Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grill (that's right)

Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin got a gangsta grillLast time I checked I was the man on these streets

They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats

Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggas

Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (let's get it on)

Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom

They blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon

Yea, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman

I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband

Nigga sneak this, and that ain't how we play

Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)

Now tell me I ain't real, this are that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill

Went from old school Chevy's

To beamer coupes

Got a 100 niggas with me and everybody gon shoot (yea)

Try me nigga, that's your first mistake

Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate

The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed

I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese

You can try dog, but it ain't easy

Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damn)

You still want to talk flow man?

Soft white Alaska call me SnowmanSmoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth

Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea)

We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth

Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)

We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)Yea, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again

Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again

Outta line niggas get back in place where you shoulda been

In case you don't understand, we'll make it understood again

King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail

You bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail

You got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele

You the hoax and niggas know it, that shit ain't hard to tell

Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales

I'm fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell

I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow

And I don't fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go

Respect my mind cause I'm a trill old schooler

Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler

U-G-K for life, free the pimp, you know the deal

In PAT it's Trap Or Die and we ain't down for gettin killedSmoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth

Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea)

We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth

Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)

We trap or die nigga, we trap or die niggaWe think like mathematicians, move like mobsters

It's bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)

I'm posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps

You don't want to feel that

Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin'

Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans

Chillin' pimp niggas don't know the first thing about the block

I'm 279 grams of straight drop out the pot

Real street niggas, all the ghetto hoes on our jock

When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk

This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil' man

Break it down, get back, see a couple grams"

And don't talk to square niggas, you know, Spongebobs

Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire dog

Watch for goonies when you got it, niggas want to rob

And pull a staff and quarterback 'em like Brett FavreSmoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth

Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea)

We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth

Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yea)

We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

Songwriters

Jenkins, Jay / Stewart, Demetrius / Bun, B.Published by

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