Whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you... stranger Trap-A-Holics Real trap shit Aye, yeah, aye, yeah, aye, yeah Aye, woah, woo, aye, yeah, woo Aye, uh, uh, uh This is a certified hood classic What, aye, yeah, aye, what Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hit 'em with the stick, hit 'em with the pump Watch his body flip, we don't give a shit You know how I rock, loadin' up the clip Pull up on your block, we don't give a fuck We gon' shoot it up, snuck into the club You know I'm toolie'd up Somebody please point out the pussy niggas who tough I want all the smoke, I don't give a fuck Oh shit, goddamn I'm a real nigga, ain't nothing like them Know what's up, no, we not friends Pull off in the fast car, pull off in the Benz Does she love me? Does she love me? Your hoe love to scream my name when she fuck me Bust down diamond's on my chain, lookin' lovely If you lookin' for the kid, come find me I ain't runnin' 'round, lil boy, I ain't hidin' Throw a deuce, no peace, love the violence I'm Gardena's best, I'm the finest Your bitch tryna give me neck, she see them diamonds Hit 'em with the stick, hit 'em with the pump Watch his body flip, we don't give a shit You know how I rock, loadin' up the clip Pull up on your block, we don't give a fuck We gon' shoot it up, snuck into the club You know I'm toolie'd up Somebody please point out the pussy niggas who tough I want all the smoke, I don't give a fuck