Jeez, I know you ain't gonna let this shit go down like this nigga. I'm here these niggas in the club niggas Sounding like you nigga bite your motherfucking ass little bite your motherfucking style, nigga What the fuck going on nigga? Last time I checked I was the man on these streets they call me residue I leave blowing these beats. We got diarrhea flow now shit on it. Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas Let's get it. Got some super friends in the legion of doom. They blowing purple shit to keep it high like the moon I'm an affiliate. I know he ain't mean. I'm a hater like you. Fuck my wrist sneezing. Niggas sneak dissing And that ain't how we play. Fuck with mine get your drama like the DJ Now tell me I ain't real. This AR that I'm holding got a gangsta grill. But from old school shanties to beamer coupes Got a hundred niggas with me and everybody gon' shoot. Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your little ass up like a Chantrelle's plate. The whole pie like dominoes. Yes indeed Try and stack my bacon up. I need extra cheese. You can try dawg, but it ain't easy Mix the flake with the soda. You got young cheese. You still wanna talk low man? Soft white like Alaska. Call me snowman Smokin' dirt by the pounds by the fifth. Re-up on the first then again on the fifth We trap or die nigga. We trap or die nigga. And all these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Now this everything called a Tropicana on shoot. We trap or die nigga. We trap or die nigga Post on the block rain, sleet, snow, sunny. Slow motion don't nothing move but the money Trap all day with no lunch breaks. It's ten o'clock but a gangsta cookin' pancakes Rubber bands when we wrap them stacks. Time to ship it out of town you know Saran's the rep Think ahead in case them canines get loose. Inner tubes like the ties on my mongoose Smokin' dirt by the pounds by the fifth. Re-up on the first then again on the fifth We trap or die nigga. We trap or die nigga. And all these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Now this everything called a Tropicana on shoot. We trap or die nigga. We trap or die nigga Back up in the hood again. Where it's all good again. Ridin' candy slam. Grippin' on the wood again Outta line niggas get back to the place where you should've been. In case you don't understand I'ma 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 Yeah you got the connect but you ain't got the clientele You them folks and niggas know it. This shit ain't hard to tell Rap bitch recognize that your cheese ain't finna sell Think I'm finna break some bread with the feds. You dumb as hell I've been around the block before. Sold it all for rocks to blow And I don't fuck around when the feds in town. I got to go Respect my mind cause I'm a trio. Old school or summertime Get too hot I wait for winter when it's cooler UGK for life. Freedom pip you know the deal And P.A.T. is Trap or Die and we ain't dyin' for gettin' killed Smoke burp by the pound. Roast by the fifth We up on the first then again on the fifth Yeah. We Trap or Die niggas Yeah. We Trap or Die niggas And all these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Not the same insane color Tropicana orange juice Yeah. We Trap or Die niggas Yeah. We Trap or Die niggas Thanks for watching!