[Intro]
Okay
Oh (Hood— Hood— Hood— Hood—)
Ah (Hoodrich)

[Chorus]
Yeah, to some n***as, it's trap or die, to me, shit, it was trap or rob (Trap or rob)
I would push up, put that fire on you 'cause I ain't have a job (Have a job, Four3va)
Bitch boy, I'm a rich boy, I just fucked my ho at Taj Mahal (Taj Mahal)
Lotta these rap n***as get my rebound, rat boy Pau Gasol (Rat boy)

[Verse]
Fuck a rap friend, these boys flaw (Rat boy)
He go MAC-10, then get off (He get off)
He be rattin' what he saw (He saw)
He's a rat boy, knock him off (Knock him off)
Damn, Lil Tony like to ball (Like to ball)
Came through, then fucked up the mall (Fucked up the mall)
N***as talkin' 'bout they slidin', that shit just cap, we done shot at them all (At them all)
Let me get right back on track, I drop checks and I source it back
The mail, the mix, the highs and lows together, I gotta sort the pack (Sort the pack)
Pussy keep on dissin' me, I don't diss back 'cause that lil' shit wack (Lil' shit wack)
Killed that baby, I'm gon' dunk his ass, now that's a Shaq Attack (Shaq Attack)
Big fire on me, it's a 45 Glock, Lil Tony pack his gat
Your ho on me, damn, this n***a trippin', I'm gon' pass her back (Pass her back)
He left her lonely, went all in her trunk, so I just want her neck (Want her neck)
She ain't wanna fuck, now she wan' fuck because I got a check (Got the neck)
Bust him, he reach for my chain, spent too much on this pinky ring (I ain't playin')
I think I'm too rich to fight some shit, he gotta go bye-bye (Bye-bye)
Chief Keef, my shit go bang-bang (Bang-bang)
Can't be me, boy, you don't have stain (Don't have stain)
I don't talk, I let shit rain (Let shit rain)
Pull up, let that chopper sing (Chopper sing)
I was fifteen puttin' that fire on n***as, on God, I been had aim (On God, boy)
I was sixteen pushin' up on n***as just like Major Payne (Major Payne)
N***a told his mama he couldn't get with us, that shit made my day (Made my day)
Thick bitch from the East asked can she suck me up? Bitch, yes, you may (Yes, you may)
After she get done, if she want her pape', she gotta throat the gang
Seventeen, I fell in love with revolvers, bought a 38 (38)
Eighteen, my partner did me wrong, that n***a turned to snake (Turned to snake)
Nineteen, I kept it cool, I almost went back, shot his face (Yeah)
[Chorus]
To some n***as, it's trap or die, to me, shit, it was trap or rob (Trap or rob)
I would push up, put that fire on you 'cause I ain't have a job (Have a job)
Bitch boy, I'm a rich boy, I just fucked my ho at Taj Mahal (Taj Mahal)
Lotta these rap n***as get my rebound, rat boy Pau Gasol (Pau Gasol)