Trap Or Die lyrics

[Intro]
Okay
Oh (Hood— Hood— Hood— Hood—)
Ah (Hoodrich)

[Chorus]
Yeah, to some n*ggas, it's trap or die, to me, sh*t, it was trap or rob (Trap or rob)
I would push up, put that fire on you 'cause I ain't have a job (Have a job, Four3va)
b*tch boy, I'm a rich boy, I just f*cked my ho at Taj Mahal (Taj Mahal)
Lotta these rap n*ggas get my rebound, rat boy Pau Gasol (Rat boy)

[Verse]
f*ck a rap friend, these boys flaw (Rat boy)
He go MAC-10, then get off (He get off)
He be rattin' what he saw (He saw)
He's a rat boy, knock him off (Knock him off)
Damn, Lil Tony like to ball (Like to ball)
Came through, then f*cked up the mall (f*cked up the mall)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout they slidin', that sh*t just cap, we done shot at them all (At them all)
Let me get right back on track, I drop checks and I source it back
The mail, the mix, the highs and lows together, I gotta sort the pack (Sort the pack)
pus*y keep on dissin' me, I don't diss back 'cause that lil' sh*t wack (Lil' sh*t wack)
Killed that baby, I'm gon' dunk his ass, now that's a Shaq Attack (Shaq Attack)
Big fire on me, it's a 45 Glock, Lil Tony pack his gat
Your ho on me, damn, this n*gga trippin', I'm gon' pass her back (Pass her back)
He left her lonely, went all in her trunk, so I just want her neck (Want her neck)
She ain't wanna f*ck, now she wan' f*ck because I got a check (Got the neck)
Bust him, he reach for my chain, spent too much on this pinky ring (I ain't playin')
I think I'm too rich to fight some sh*t, he gotta go bye-bye (Bye-bye)
Chief Keef, my sh*t go bang-bang (Bang-bang)
Can't be me, boy, you don't have stain (Don't have stain)
I don't talk, I let sh*t rain (Let sh*t rain)
Pull up, let that chopper sing (Chopper sing)
I was fifteen puttin' that fire on n*ggas, on God, I been had aim (On God, boy)
I was sixteen pushin' up on n*ggas just like Major Payne (Major Payne)
n*gga told his mama he couldn't get with us, that sh*t made my day (Made my day)
Thick b*tch from the East asked can she suck me up? b*tch, yes, you may (Yes, you may)
After she get done, if she want her pape', she gotta throat the gang
Seventeen, I fell in love with revolvers, bought a 38 (38)
Eighteen, my partner did me wrong, that n*gga turned to snake (Turned to snake)
Nineteen, I kept it cool, I almost went back, shot his face (Yeah)
[Chorus]
To some n*ggas, it's trap or die, to me, sh*t, it was trap or rob (Trap or rob)
I would push up, put that fire on you 'cause I ain't have a job (Have a job)
b*tch boy, I'm a rich boy, I just f*cked my ho at Taj Mahal (Taj Mahal)
Lotta these rap n*ggas get my rebound, rat boy Pau Gasol (Pau Gasol)