By Myself - Lil B

Trappin' out in the hallway

Breaking down weed all day

Servin' pounds like hallway

Trappin' so hard I done broke my leg

Selling kicks, no kickstand

In the hood with the weedman!

I’m selling tree to the weedman!

Trappin' so hard I done broke my hand

Come in with the runner

You in my trap I need some

You a snitch I don’t see none

Track the trailer, the weed coming!

Ee ee, the fiends coming

OG but he’s still telling

«Hey, they still telling.

Fuck!

They still telling!»

Fuck!

Bust his mouth in!

All dogs don’t go to heaven

Buttnaked with a MAC-11

Trappin' so hard I done broke my necklace

Went outside, I didn’t took a shower

Honda Civic, with the power

Selling weed at the afterhours

Selling weed when I take a shower

Selling weed when I’m eating dinner

Bring me some brick like Master Splinter

Chop it up, then serve dinner

Trappin' so hard I done hurt my liver

Trappin' so hard that it hurt my hand

I don’t give a fuck, they all dead

Fuck it,

Fuck it, they all dead

Laughing it up like I’m the Joker!

Make a play while I’m playing poker

Selling weed, selling coca

Trappin' so hard I had to choke ya

Trappin' so hard it reminded me what I did last week

Trappin' so hard I done hurt my feet

Remix the bricks with the geese

Hitting these licks all by myself

Fucking these hoes all by myself

Stealing these cars all by myself

Breaking these laws I don’t need no help

Hitting these licks all by myself

Fucking these hoes all by myself

Stealing these cars all by myself

Breaking these laws I don’t need no help

I’m by myself!

I’m by myself!

I’m by myself!

Breaking these laws I don’t need no help

I’m by myself!

By myself!

I’m by myself!

Breaking these laws I don’t need no help (I don’t need no help)

Out in, remixing

I’m selling dope out of Nana kitchen

I’m selling birds, you would think I’m tripping

Selling cookies out of Nana kitchen

Selling cookies like Mrs. Doubtfire

Where poppop?

We got the lighter

Ask Nana where she hid the lighter

Cook the crack and start a fire

You got dope on your face

Come in with the .38

Got bananas, you would think I’m straight

So many straps I must be gay

Who got dope on they face?

Who got play

Who got money to play?

Moi, I done birthed the cake

Mwuah, I done kissed your face

Lay low, I done caught a case

Still trappin' every day

My weedman love me he must be gay

Got so many hoes you know I’m straight

But this game is so crooked

Y’all niggas don’t want no pussy

Hiding bundles up in your booty

Hiding bundles up in the backseat

I ain’t gonna rat, but that don’t attract me

I ain’t gonna snitch you don’t gotta ask me

Fuck a bitch, no attachments

Selling bricks, don’t harrass me

I don’t

Selling brick out of the taxi

My Uber driver been trying to text me

I ain’t gonna let that bitch harrass me

All they know is I’m selling candy

Hardknock pinetrees call me Andy

I keep bread 'cause they tryna jail me

(We still trappin')

Hitting these licks all by myself

Fucking these hoes all by myself

Stealing these cars all by myself

Breaking these laws I don’t need no help

Hitting these licks all by myself

Fucking these hoes all by myself

Stealing these cars all by myself

Breaking these laws I don’t need no help

I’m by myself!

I’m by myself!

I’m by myself!

Breaking these laws I don’t need no help

I’m by myself!

By myself!

I’m by myself!

Breaking these laws I don’t need no help (I don’t need no help)