Whoever said "trap or die", well, I'm f**ing with that
Now they looking at me crazy like I've done it with crack
I told them all down, yeah, I've done it with stacks
Sometimes, I ride by myself, just me and my strap
That boy Young Jizzle, he so ill
He's straight up out the hood, how he get him a deal?
And now the gotta deal with me
And I ain't vouching for you n***as, yeah, you mysteries
As I stack my cheese, run through my Kraft
Or should I say Velveeta, it's all the same
I'm talking big chips, n***a, just like tacos
Stack the all up, n***a, just like nachos
Smoke good every day, yeah, the boy got flavor
Made a little money, now the boy got haters
It's okay 'cause the boy keep choppers
Stay a hundred deep, yeah, the boy got partners
Now, tell me I ain't sell that white
Bedtime for you lame a** n***as, good night