Ridah Lil Bibby

[Verse 1]
I won't change, trap hard
Turn a quarter ounce to a whole thing
Ain't no shame with my game
Young nigga take a loss and don't complain
Street nigga, Glock-9, Tec-9
Keep with us, beef with us
My squad a bunch of lions in the jungle
Fuck nigga can't eat with us
Got dope, coke, kush, dro, for the low
Need somethin'? Let me know
I'm out of town in the stu'
Still trappin', fuck nigga just called broke
Let's make it happen, callin' plays, young Madden
Most wanted, Bin Laden
Young niggas come through
Try to run, red dot, real master
Got foreign cars, foreign clothes, foreign hoes
Extended clips, foreign poles
Real shit, real hittas, doin' hits
Murk niggas, never told
Got a 50 shot Glock .40 with a drum
Hop out, nigga run
Niggas know where I stay
I ain't worried about shit, let 'em come
Got Mac-10s, ARs, AKs, FNs, my best friend
I keep a gun, sleep with guns
Dumb nigga, try your luck, step in
Fully auto, double trigger, tappin' ones
Hollow tips catch ten