I need .30 when I ride
Need a bad bitch on my side
You see murder in my eyes
You just pussy in disguise
Don't dap me up n***a, don't know you
Don't talk to me n***a, don't know you
Young Manni quick, he gon' fold you
I'm a shooter bitch I told you

I keep a dick in my .40
All that bullshit annoying
I catch you, I'm scoring
Ridin' in foreigns, n***a no insurance
N***a I ain't stoppin' trappin' till the whole gang touring
Funny ass n***as, call em' Martin Lawrence
I'm poppin' the nine like its popcorn
H&M, yeah my bitch out of style
Got a new one, got that bitch from Givenchy
Yeah I told her she gotta stay up end
Fuck a jail cell, I got charges pending
Two cases, no court sentence
Might snort some Molly, get some weight, then I'm finna
Dump a ol' bitch n***a, I ain't got feelings
Cold blood killers, bitch I'm taking kitties
Oooo Free Lil Mar!
Free Lil Mar!
We used to hop out them cars
Skrt skrt skrt, I see a opp!
Bitch, I used to rob
Yeah, I used to rob
... til' they free Lil Mar
Told my plug I need 100 guns
These pussy n***as, they honey buns
I got the beam on the nine
Swear I won't miss, you not the lucky one
Started rappin', bitches gunkin'
I been trappin', bitch ya lunchin'
Can't take me off like a Cobra Ring
Shordy can't move cause he owe me things
Yeah I'm a trapper
Yeah I'm a trapper
Yeah I'm a shooter
When I see you, I'ma shoot ya
Free Lil Mar
I might buy Lil Mar a four-fifth (.45)
I might buy Lil Mar a four-fifth (.45)
I might buy Lil Mar a four-fifth (.45)
Free Lil Mar
We used to hop out them cars
These pussy n***as, they some happy n***as
Ya'll just some stars
Ya'll some rap stars
We some trap stars