[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Neeko you made that motherfuckin’ beat? Ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherfucker
Let's roll, let's go
Free the gang
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

[Chorus]
My brother, he locked in the walls, I know it gets hard in a while
I told him to stay with a shank
I told him I’m flying on a plane
I told him I’m doing big things
I’m far from the hood right now
But just know I'm good right now
Ain’t worried bout no hoes right now
I just dropped a 'bow in the bowl
I just dropped a five in the pot
I just got that shit in Nevada
I got that shit back in the lot
You know I ain’t playing with these hoes
You know I ain’t playing with these n***as
I’m rapping this shit from the soul, sometimes I feel like drawing picture

[Verse]
You play with this shit and then whip in my ride but it wasn’t here, baby
I stick up the shooters I’m staying inside but still got the glizz, baby
I called, her boyfriend inside of the house, you know that I’m cooking inside of the lab
You thought it was over, you thought it was over
I’m still in the hood, I’m still in the trap
[Refrain]
Why would I leave? No you don’t care about me
I’m sippin lean out a baby bottle, I’m in the hood with a baby choppa
I’m on the sofa like the floor was lava
I got two bitches and they tryna gobble
I got two bitches and they tryna argue, yeah
Oh, help me, oh, help me
Still in the trap with the trappin', still in the trap, baby, trappin'
I trap out the front, I trap out the back, you know that I trap out the spot
These n***as play ‘round, these n***as play sides, these n***as get caught in the fire
I do it for Bibby, I do it for Nitty, you know I put on for the guys

[Chorus]
My brother, he locked in the walls, I know it gets hard in a while
I told him to stay with a shank
I told him I’m flying on a plane
I told him I’m doing big things
I’m far from the hood right now
But just know I'm good right now
Ain’t worried bout no hoes right now
I just dropped a 'bow in the bowl
I just dropped a five in the pot
I just got that shit in Nevada
I got that shit back in the lot
You know I ain’t playing with these hoes
You know I ain’t playing with these n***as
I’m rapping this shit from the soul, sometimes I feel like drawing picture
[Verse]
You play with this shit and then whip in my ride but it wasn’t here, baby
I stick up the shooters I’m staying inside but still got the glizz baby
I called, her boyfriend inside of the house, you know that I’m cooking inside of the live
You thought it was over, you thought it was over
I’m still in the hood, I’m still in the trap

[Refrain]
Why would I leave? No you don’t care about me
I’m sippin lean out a baby bottle, I’m in the hood with a baby choppa
I’m on the sofa like the floor was lava
I got two bitches and they tryna gobble
I got two bitches and they tryna argue, yeah
Oh, help me, oh, help me
Still in the trap with the trappin', still in the trap, baby, trappin'
I trap out the front, I trap out the back, you know that I trap out the spot
These n***as play ‘round, these n***as play sides, these n***as get caught in the fire
I do it for Bibby, I do it for Nitty, you know I put on for the guys