Young nigga run up a sack
Know he not having no bag
Young niggas stuck in the trap
No I’m not slime but we slat
Young niggas stuck in the
Young niggas stuck in the trap
Y’all niggas don’t know how it feel
Famished, I needed a meal
This life is a movie, a reel
Know that this forty concealed
And nigga your cap gon’ get peeled
But baby this Percocet heal
And I can put you back on your feet
I could, pull a few strings like Geppetto
We having green bags like a meadow
Codeine for breakfast on top of the Eggo
Count all the C notes we stack it like Lego
My baby bad to the bone, she a yellow
And, it can get tragic Othello
You fuck with a rat, Donatello
You fuck with a rat, Donatello
We made a movie, no musical
You see that a nigga is ballin’
Nigga I feel like Troy Bolton
Young nigga ball like Spaulding
Young nigga ball like Gretzky
None of you niggas could test me
None of these niggas could flex on me
Yeah, Che, he my brother, like he Hades
We don’t fuck with twelve, no Tom Brady
I would’ve been whipping the dope, if this was the 80’s
Til’ niggas is pushing up daisies
I feel like Biggavel, baby I’m wavy
These niggas run around with sickle cell
I’m counting plenty of figures
I call that boy Tommy, I hope that he’ll figure
I’m still that nigga, I’m still that nigga
That’s a hair trigger, that’s a hair trigger
These bitches be bitter, I’m getting bigger
You still a stripper and I’m a big tipper
But no I ain’t trippin, a nigga ain’t slippin'
Cause I know that’s a fact
Young nigga ran up a sack
I know that boy cap for real
Young nigga stuck in the trap
No I’m not slime but we slat
Young nigga stuck in the trap
Young nigga stuck in the trap
And you know that’s a fact
Fuckin’ that bitch from the back