[Verse]

Tell me what you're searching for, I know that you been hurt before

Bitch I ain't your boyfriend cah shit I really work the porch

At this rate I'll probably still be trapping when I'm thirty-four

He ain't deserve a day, what the fuck they give him thirty for?

Dots under the bed, I kept the spinner by the staircase

Ask F, I don't give a F, I do it bare face

Work smarter not harder, I'm a turtle in a hare race

All them years in jail for a rare case

And another one, I couldn't catch a break

Yеah I should be on a date, with my shawty eating stеak

I'm at the servery with my plate

Can't complain about my ting cah my folks all got a plate

Pass that weed and that Rizla and we straight

Yeah I'm swinging round my shank, fuck fists

Take the stairs, fuck the lift

How the fuck you wanna eat and you don't wanna take the risk?

All she wanted was a fix, all I wanted was a stick

I worked that strip for twenty days and all I did was look for kids

I mean shawty worked the line and she a ordinary bitch

I met Duku when he broke, fuck with me you getting rich

I tell my young boys, T stars

We on the M-way with two sticks so we had to convoy in three cars

I went jail for eight years, grabbing sticks, check the resume

I know cunch boys with three phones getting ten a day

Pulled up with notes and my flicky, left with hella flake

Told her that I loved her but she left me though anyways

My new ting TNT, all them three-on-threes

No T's, we used to fly 'em outta B&B's, me and B

Feds boomed the door and put my freedom on pause

And they like "Muni where you been?", I'm on the threes and the fours

And we the last of a dying breed and bro there ain't many

Can't complain bout it every day, I got it all in twenties

I'm cutting through the city with a mash in the car

I told folks "Let's get close, bro don't slap him from far"

G Powder on my trackie, I still wore it the next day

You don't see me with don, we link up just to press play

I stain and I trap and I stretch yay

Who got him? I dunno, it's a conspiracy, I guess that's the best way

I know rappers that cap and I know trappers that slap

And I can fly you out the country but you know there's a catch

And it's death row so once you sign up, bitch you're trapped

And don't say "Free the guys" if you ain't buying 'em packs