[Intro]
I can't believe this shit
How dare you n***as?
Ha, okay
Traps N Trunks, we got this mixtape shit on lock!
Yeah

[Verse]
I am pleadin' the fifth, saran-wrapped, you're receivin' my gift
So many n***as I'm passin' and they needin' a lift
This is fatal attraction baby, know who you with
I can't depend on the if, I got my hands on it now
Bodies under my belt, I gotta stand on it now
This not our first fallin' out, know how to handle it now
Banks gone, ain't nobody there to settle it now
Them other n***as need verses from whoever around
C'mon Foofy, this Instagram shit done got goofy
Let's focus on that two million dollars, that n***a robbed you
Let's talk about them bitches you burnt, them hoes charged you
You know what I learned was how not to be a father
Apologizin' to my sons and my daughters
Lord forgive me for the pain that I caused us
Lord was with it when he came and he called us
And I'm in this grocery store grippin' on this revolver
Yeah, you know I make 'em have to solve 'em
Ugh, I make you n***as have to call them
Catch a body, beat a body, keep your mouth closed
Make it to the outro, then we applaud ya
John Wick with the stick, I'm with the bullshit
I guess I know too many devils on the pulpit
Guess it's the level where some n***as I was cool with
Turned into some n***as I don't even fool with
The underdogs and have nots, I'm in tune with
The big dogs and got-it-alls, I move with
Set rules with and load up mules with
Same n***as that I win with I lose with
Same n***a at the Beverly Center
When me and Floss had to pull up, remember?
My n***as pressed ya
Floyd had your ass paranoid, I had to bless ya
N***a you been askin' for it, it's my pleasure
To introduce the world to this gangster shit
I wrote Too Rich for you and this the thanks I get?
You taught that young boy to snitch, n***a you think you slick
Gas him up on the 'gram just to make you lit
Get you out of this jam, you gon' need more than a skit
More than a fuckin' post, n***a you know I won't quit
You know I'm a fuckin' ghost (Ghost, ghost, ghost)
Pow
[Outro]
Never ran from nothin' in my muh'fuckin' life homie
Ha, fear no man but God
And that's only 'cause I ain't met him yet
N***as gotta deal with me, Buckshot!
You know I'm available for whatever type energy you on homie
Haha, real life, real street n***as
We do still exist out here