[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
I make the trap - BOOM BOOM [4X]
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls [2X]

[Project Pat]
Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers
A bird of blow on the table break quarters and halves off
For those who comin through this ain`t Casino but I`m your dealer
Tony Montana, chill like Al Pacino in "Scarface" ni**a
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the realla
Got killers posted up, e`ry Goldfinger`s a trigger
Her-on is so intense, the syrup goin by the ounce
Put the money in my hands, cop your goods, and then you bounce

[Verse Two]
See I ain`t the ni**a that was up at five o`clock to sell no rocks
I`m the ni**a that was out at midnight to drop off a block
In a tinted out Maxima, they low-key and quick
Snowin out the do` with a glock and a trunk full of bricks
I make the track BOOM BOOM without even touchin it
As for my black {?} I`m just supplyin it
I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up
Call my ni**a in, get our Crist`, then we split it up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
His dope sales are up, a ni**a feelin bellish
His pockets swellin cause e`rything he`s sellin
The heat is on the street, my ni**az gettin jealous
The chopper`s on the seat to cut you up like relish
The hood ain`t changed, got these ni**az still tellin
To lock this ni**a up a two-time felon
This boy ain`t bulls**ttin he`ll kick in doors and kill `em
And hide them bodies good that you cain`t even smell `em
He ni**arish and ignorant so F**K who in your crib
This gangster life he livin it so f**k your wife and kids~!
These janky ni**az on the town I hope they know the biz
To all you federal tattletales, swap out where you live

[Chorus]

[Outro - dialogue]
You know the worst part about sellin dope is 80% of black people in jail
because of drugs, domestic violence and murder
So you should think about that
Get your life together my ni**a