I can't believe this shit How dare you niggas? Ha, okay Traps N Trunks, we got this mixtape shit on lock! Yeah I am pleadin' the fifth, saran-wrapped, you're receivin' my gift So many niggas I'm passin' and they needin' a lift This is fatal attraction baby, know who you with I can't depend on the if, I got my hands on it now Bodies under my belt, I gotta stand on it now This not our first fallin' out, know how to handle it now Banks gone, ain't nobody there to settle it now Them other niggas need verses from whoever around C'mon Foofy, this Instagram shit done got goofy Let's focus on that two million dollars, that nigga robbed you Let's talk about them bitches you burnt, them hoes charged you You know what I learned was how not to be a father Apologizin' to my sons and my daughters Lord forgive me for the pain that I caused us Lord was with it when he came and he called us And I'm in this grocery store grippin' on this revolver Yeah, you know I make 'em have to solve 'em Ugh, I make you niggas have to call them Catch a body, beat a body, keep your mouth closed Make it to the outro, then we applaud ya John Wick with the stick, I'm with the bullshit I guess I know too many devils on the pulpit Guess it's the level where some niggas I was cool with Turned into some niggas I don't even fool with The underdogs and have nots, I'm in tune with The big dogs and got-it-alls, I move with Set rules with and load up mules with Same niggas that I win with I lose with Same nigga at the Beverly Center When me and Floss had to pull up, remember? My niggas pressed ya Floyd had your ass paranoid, I had to bless ya Nigga you been askin' for it, it's my pleasure To introduce the world to this gangster shit I wrote Too Rich for you and this the thanks I get? You taught that young boy to snitch, nigga you think you slick Gas him up on the 'gram just to make you lit Get you out of this jam, you gon' need more than a skit More than a fuckin' post, nigga you know I won't quit You know I'm a fuckin' ghost (Ghost, ghost, ghost) Pow Never ran from nothin' in my muh'fuckin' life homie Ha, fear no man or God And that's only 'cause I ain't met him yet Niggas gotta deal with me, Buckshot! You know I'm available for whatever type energy you on homie Haha, real life, real street niggas We do still exist out here