"Trap Or Die" lyrics

Aye, man; Trap, Trap
You know how we do it;
"Trappin' Ain't Dead, these niggas just scared"
Still run the trap... Fuck wit' judge say...
Turn up

I still run the trap, fuck what 12 say
I still shoot a fuck nigga, dead in his face, aye
Yeah! "We trap or die nigga", "We trap or die nigga"
Rubberbandin' dimes
And then, slap the dope down, the sank
Nosey neighbors tell me, -
"Hold the traffic down, the weed stank"
Yeah! Trap Or Die nigga
Yeah! We Trap or Die nigga

Gas Bag, Flipping bricks
Trappin out the Cul de sac
Nosey neighbors pointing finger-
"Where you get the work at"
OG, Cookie, purple Actavis, servin' up Percocet
All of my bullets are 'Pro-Activ"
Your face is where I'm aiming at
'Trap or Die', I made a name in that
Put the pack all on the plane, exact
Drop it at whatever address you tell me
United Postal or even Fedex
Trap or die got your bitch havin' sex
Sending me freaky pics all in my text
I take the good gas and I run the projects
All of my muscles are long and bo-flex
My weed is so strong they calling it 'Lex' (Strong)
I got that Luger, that go through your vest
That 'trap or die' jet, that 'trap or die jet'
His face on the news, his face on your chest
I play with the 'tool', put a nigga to rest
A 2 gram doobie, don't roll nothin' less
In my trap house all my niggas stuff crust
Nosey ass neighbors, ain't shit to discuss

I still run the trap, fuck what 12 say
I still shoot a fuck nigga, dead in his face, aye
Yeah! "We trap or die nigga", "We trap or die nigga"
Rubberbandin' dimes
And then, slap the dope down, the sank
Nosey neighbors tell me, -
"Hold the traffic down, the weed stank"
Yeah! Trap Or Die nigga
Yeah! We Trap or Die nigga

Thugga