(Alright, Ron)

Ooh-ooh-weee (Huh, hey, hey, hey, hmm)

Yeah

(Trappin' ain't dead, **** scared, they just makin' this shit worse for us)

Ooh-wee

Trappin' ain't dead, these **** scared, they just makin' shit worst for us

I don't want no handouts, I rather work for it

You ain't got no other way to hustle? Do a verse for it

My life is very difficult, don't even be concerned

**** ratted, wrote me from the joint, I let that shit burn

I ain't never hated on no ****, I waited my turn

I'm always gon' drop another four before I break the pint

All night hustlin', I think trap the only way of life

I got girl sales, I think I'ma let her stay the night

I'ma shop around 'til it's a sweet number on Kelly price

This Pyrex, I can make a movie, they gon' say I'm Spike

Y'all ain't **** I can really call on when it's gettin' tight

They spot sloppy, they won't make through another night

I miss my baby Blocko, we gon' catch up in another life (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Every time I close my eyes, I see you

Want me to change to get you, it's all true

I turned my back on you when you needed me, I'm sorry

I just want loyalty, can you show it?

Come for my soul tonight

I don't know what it is 'bout you, you either get to me

If this rap shit don't work, I'm cookin'—, it ain't shit to me

In the kitchen gettin' groovy with a stockpot

I was in Vegas, I ain't see nothin' but wholes to sale

Don't bring your bitch around me if you know she can't see 'em

He ain't go no chain on, bitches still know I'm him

If I want a **** head-tapped, I'm sendin' 'em the word

They don't know 'bout my trap life like Phineas and Ferb

How the fuck I live the thug life if I call off a purge?

In the trap just like Payton Manning callin' out a bird

I'll never let 'em see my flaws, I think it's a race

Lil' brodie wrestle with the dog, it's like MMA

Told cutty he can call my phone when it make it safe

Another call for another B a quarter after 8

I'm super fly, drop another eight before I board the plane

Boy, I been watchin' the Irish fight before a Norte Dame

I'm like fuck it, let's get dumb high, the story for the day

They don't know about my one mix, leave snorters on the plate

I think I lost my one plug, but I don't need him

Sometimes you gotta cut the noose off when you ain't eatin'

I step on the dog and get a deuce off like Derek Jeter

I can call the plug and get a boy-girl, they share a visa

I'm the type to get the two to 'em through a paralegal

Ooh-wee

Trappin' ain't dead, these **** scared, they just makin' shit worst for us

I don't want no handouts, I rather work for it

You ain't got no other way to hustle? Do a verse for it

My life is very difficult, don't even be concerned

**** ratted, wrote me from the joint, I let that shit burn

I ain't never hated on no ****, I waited my turn

I'm always gon' drop another four before I break the pint

All night hustlin', I think trap the only way of life

I got girl sales, I think I'ma let her stay the night

I'ma shop around 'til it's a sweet number on Kelly price

This Pyrex, I can make a movie, they gon' say I'm Spike

Y'all ain't **** I can really call on when it's gettin' tight

They spot sloppy, they won't make through another night

I miss my baby Blocko, we gon' catch up in another life