Trap Or Die (feat. Bun B)

Last time I checked, I was the man on these streets (streets) They call me Reza, do I lead? Blow on these beats (beats) Got diarrhea flow, man, I shit on niggas (shit) Even when I'm constipated, I still shit on niggas (let's get it) Got some super friends in the leagues and the dunes (yeah) They blowin' purple shit, they keep me high like the moon (yeah) I'm an affiliate (cannon!), I know it means (yeah) I'm an affiliate (straight setup), I know it means (yeah) I'm an affiliate (prophetic), I know it means I'm a hater like you, fuck my wrist Nigga, sneak this in, and that ain't how we play (no) Fuck with mine, get your drama like the DJ (that's right) (domestic crew) Now tell me I ain't real This AR that I'm holding got a gangsta feel, DJ (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real This AR that I'm holding got a gangsta feel (get revealed!) Last time I checked I was the man on these streets (streets) They call me Reza, do I leap low on these beats (beats) Got diarrhea flow, man I shit on niggas Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggas (get some reason) Got some super friends in the leagues and the dunes They blowing purple shit, they keep me high like the moon (yeah) I'm an affiliate, I know it means I'm an hater like you, fuck my wrist Nigga, sneak this in, and that ain't how we play No, fuck with mine, get your drama like the DJ (that's right) Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holding got a gangsta feel We're from old school Chevy's to be my poops Got a hundred niggas with me and everybody gon' shoot (yeah) Try and need niggas, that's your first mistake Eat your little ass up like a chanterelle's plate A whole pie like Domino's (yes, indeed) Try and stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese (hey) You can try though (though), but it ain't easy (no) Mix a flake with the soda, you got young cheese (whoo) You still wanna talk blow, man, soft white like a rock (get some reason) Smoke perp by the pound, hoops by the fill Re-up on the first, then again on the fill (yeah) We trap or die, nigga (true, oh) We trap or die, niggas In all of this, love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got this Chevy Sane color Tropicana orange juice (yeah) We trap or die, niggas (true, oh) We trap or die, niggas Yeah, I'm back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin' candy slam, grippin', grippin' on the wood again Outta line, niggas, get back in place where you should've been In case you don't understand, I'ma make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail (fail) You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail (mail) Yeah, you got the connect, but you ain't got the clientele So you don't fuck and niggas know it (know it), this shit ain't hard to tell Right bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't finna sell (sell) Bitch, I'm finna break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell (hell) I've been around the block before, stole it all from Rock the Blow And I don't fuck around when them feds in town, I got to go Respect my mind, cause I'm a trio, old school in summertime Get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler (cooler) UGK for life, free to pimp, you know the deal And PAT is trapped for dying, we ain't down for gettin' Smoke perp by the pound, hoops by the fill Re-up on the first, then again on the fill (yeah) We trap or die, nigga (true, oh) We trap or die, nigga And all these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got this Chevy Sane color Tropicana orange juice (yeah) We trap or die, nigga (true, oh) We trap or die, nigga We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters It's 'bout to be a grizzly when a nigga a straight monster (yeah, nigga) I'm posted up with my big slaps, big slacks, big straps You don't wanna feel that (hun) Street addicts, get a buzz from the hustling Fuck the government, we got our own, the trap publicans Chilly pimp niggas don't know the first thing about the black I'm two-seventy nine grams, a straight drop out the pot Real street niggas, all the ghetto hoes on a jock When I hit my the strip, all my troops listen while I talk This what I tell them, take these yams, little man Break it down, get back, see a couple grand (see a couple of grands) And don't talk to square niggas, you know, Spongebob's Kanye West niggas, talking through the wire, dawg (wire dawg) Watch for goonies when you got it, niggas wanna rob Employ a staff and quarterback them like Greg Favre Small pops up now, pops butter splun Shout out to the Super Friends! (We are born first we gain all the same) Yeah (Sakim) We trap or die, nigga (need you to do them Kool-Aid, what's good?) We trap or die, nigga (big shout-out to the big old DJs) And all these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth Got this Chevy Sane color Tropicana orange juice (yeah) (Fernando! Magic City, they gon' pump this!) We trap or die, nigga (Amen) We trap or die, nigga (let's go, Green Z!)