Say we got bowls in the living room, white on the stove
A couple thousand beans, no rice for 'em though
Got a house full of straps and n***as runnin patrol
We got one on the porch, got one at the door
Got kids in the back room, about 3 or 4
They mama ain't here, we sent the bitch to the store
We needed bags for the green, and razor blades for the blow
And rubber bands for the money, oh and tissue and soap
Trap house jumpin off the hinges for the dope
And the n***a on the porch is on the phone (oh shit...)
So he ain't catch the narcs pullin up like he was 'posed (OH SHIT)
'Fore he could send the word they already in the door (DAMN)
Boy it's pure chaos, runnin the back doors
Tryin to flush a whole sack of soft down the commode
And that's a no-no, they laid us all face down on the floor
And half these n***as ain't even old enough to vote
Let me speak to my lawyer

[Hook]
Let me speak to my lawyer (4x)

Back seat of the squad car
Gettin read all the shit I'm being charged for
They just shut a n***a down like garage doors
They found enough firepower to start a small war
We can't blame society, it's all our fault
This is where n***as start snitchin to cut they time off
They keep searching the house and finding more and more
They taking the girl kids away, we can't do nothing for her
They busting walls open, cutting up sofas and mattresses
Just to find out where all the cash is hid
I don't know shit about shit, so don't ask me shit
We knew the risks yet we still couldn't imagine this
Every n***a in the house pumpin packages
And now we all gettin' charged like batteries
You think I'm giving n***as up, it ain't happening
Be grateful I even let you n***as capture me
Let me speak to my lawyer
[Hook 4x]