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