(Show 'em what it is, Gwap)
(How you feel, Tony?)
The dope fiends keep on runnin' in and out
The trap jumpin' and it's never runnin' out
Man (Runnin' in and out)
Never runnin' out (Yeah, yeah)
Why we act like toddlers in the trap, you wanna see my grams?
It ain't no Thanksgiving dinner, nigga, I be smackin' yams
You the type to sacrifice the saw, I sacrifice the lamb, yeah
How you actin' tight when, nigga, Judas snitchin' on his mans
All I ever do is pots and pans, stompin' rubber bands
Shootin' out the peanut butter Benz while my Glock jam
Yeah, I'm never runnin' out
Dope fiends runnin' in the trap, they keep on runnin' out
Dumb man wanna band for band, pull them numbers out
Wrap it up, need to do it quick, police at the back
Tops out, know we havin' sticks, never finna lack
Told her, "Baby, this shit confidential," she gon' go pillow talkin'
??? led pencil, throw 'em while he walkin'
Man, we came through back door, run out the front, I'm runnin' out
In the trap house with them bricks, I'm never runnin' out
She want me to have more patience, but I'm runnin' out
But that's probably 'cause they runnin' in and out
The trap house jumpin' and it's never runnin' out
She said she love me, but she's runnin' in and out
I'm pourin' Codeine like I'm never runnin' out
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