Fye - Trap Or Die

I just went Cherry my sprite
Lean and codeine what I like
I like having exotic nights
I like taking exotic flights
Perky got me feeling right
I never had to cap or lie
Boy you a sucker this trap never die
We trap or we die
The only way of life we try to survive
Pour my Henny on ice
I might just tell my story tell it live
Just like one of them preachers that's standing outside
I was told by my pops that real niggas don't even cry
We just live thru life
Trials and tribulations know your rights
It's a game that we live in you gotta play it right
I'm the key to this shit
So please don't try to push my buttons
Ain't no push start the whip
Don't start me up I ain't on nothing
I keep that fye on me for a reason
Cause I've been ready to up it
I fuck with Weezy but never rocked no truckfit
EA took me to get some diamonds from Lucky
And that's on prrrrrr (Whistle)
I just told lil shawty give me that purr
Hell you talm bout
Winter time I put on moncler fur
Promethazine and all the codeine
Make all my words slur
I just went Cherry my sprite
Lean and codeine what I like
I like having exotic nights
I like taking exotic flights
Perky got me feeling right
I never had to cap or lie
Boy you a sucker this trap never die
We trap or we die
The only way of life we try to survive
Pour my Henny on ice
I might just tell my story tell it live
Just like one of them preachers that's standing outside
I was told by my pops that real niggas don't even cry
We just live thru life
Trials and tribulations know your rights
It's a game that we live in you gotta play it right
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
I might just hop out the big body
And my bitch she driving a jeep
SupaFye big stepping Rick Owen feet
I buy all my cars I ain't driving no lease
Step out in Ricks
I smash on a ten at the Ritz Carlton
Yeah that hoe on a leash
I keep a stick I case I'm disturbing the peace
I feel like Future in my mode like a beast
I ain't got problems with you (Whistle)
I done got too rich for that
I make a call if I'm tired of you
Had yo get rid of the rat
Got hit with the stick he can't swallow his food
Or move he got hit in the back
The scene was too graphic we changing the mood
I don't think they used to that
I was the one that just started a problem
I start sipping Wockhardt
Then went and just downed the whole bottle
I say who shot ya?
They say that I'm having some smoke with Tupac
Cause they call me big popper
I'm popping way more then you think
I really think you know but you don't want to give me no credit
Eliante diamonds straight out the sink
You niggas broke you get jewelry off credit
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks

Written by:
Ryan Reid

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