Shake and Bake

Whoever said "trap or die", well, I'm fucking with that

Now they looking at me crazy like I've done it with crack

I told them all down, yeah, I've done it with stacks

Sometimes, I ride by myself, just me and my strap

That boy Young Jizzle, he so ill

He's straight up out the hood, how he get him a deal?

And now the gotta deal with me

And I ain't vouching for you niggas, yeah, you mysteries

As I stack my cheese, run through my Kraft

Or should I say Velveeta, it's all the same

I'm talking big chips, nigga, just like tacos

Stack the all up, nigga, just like nachos

Smoke good every day, yeah, the boy got flavor

Made a little money, now the boy got haters

It's okay 'cause the boy keep choppers

Stay a hundred deep, yeah, the boy got partners

Now, tell me I ain't sell that white

Bedtime for you lame ass niggas, good night