[Hook]
First to tell you m************ "Trap or die", that's me OK?
Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that's me, OK?
Mister If-I'm-talkin'-you-should-listen, game is free, OK?
Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah, that's three, OK?
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me, OK?
Mister Rein'-up-with-'bout-two-phantoms, yeah, that's me, OK?
On that Avion to the head, ain't but me, OK?
Never put a b**** before my bread, hatin' not me, OK?
[Verse 1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, Snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke you like a Swisha
You know my game tizight, you know that's off tizzop
Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 say leggo
All my n***** is 'bout it, all my b****** is wit' it
One call, that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real n**** fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, nine hundred a O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em, now they gone, guess who takin' a trip
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
When L.A. Reid was in office, made some history up in Def Jam
If j***le ain't droppin', n****, what the f*** is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss s***, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you b****** ready, vice prezzy and this presi
Got some s*** up in my bezzy (so what ya sayin'?), my wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thang, swear to God, she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a n**** totin'
Keep that street n**** paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord, wassup?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah, you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah, without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't p***ounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
I sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, n***** thought I owned a Rollie store
Snow, it's been a while, yeah, you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or s*** without my m**********' pistol
[Hook]
First to tell you m************ "Trap or die", that's me OK?
Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that's me, OK?
Mister If-I'm-talkin'-you-should-listen, game is free, OK?
Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah, that's three, OK?
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me, OK?
Mister Rein'-up-with-'bout-two-phantoms, yeah, that's me, OK?
On that Avion to the head, ain't but me, OK?
Never put a b**** before my bread, hatin' not me, OK?
[Verse 1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, Snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke you like a Swisha
You know my game tizight, you know that's off tizzop
Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 say leggo
All my n***** is 'bout it, all my b****** is wit' it
One call, that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real n**** fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, nine hundred a O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em, now they gone, guess who takin' a trip
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
When L.A. Reid was in office, made some history up in Def Jam
If j***le ain't droppin', n****, what the f*** is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss s***, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you b****** ready, vice prezzy and this presi
Got some s*** up in my bezzy (so what ya sayin'?), my wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thang, swear to God, she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a n**** totin'
Keep that street n**** paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord, wassup?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah, you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah, without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't p***ounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
I sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, n***** thought I owned a Rollie store
Snow, it's been a while, yeah, you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or s*** without my m**********' pistol
[Hook]