Before I Starve Lyrics

Toohunnit

Yeahh

I'm a motherfucking trapper, ughhh

Ughhhh, we get them motherfuckers in

Trapping in my Michael J's, I couldn't work for minimum wage

I'm the type to up my blick I catch you staring in my face

I'm the type to tell a hoe back up, bitch give me some space

I'm the type to get a load in and sell it all today

I miss my ex she kept it real, all these other hoes be fake

When I was broke, I always knew I'll be up, I had faith

Nail a nigga to the cross, I got one tatted on my face

Before I starve, I'll take some off another nigga plate

Why the fuck this lil hoe eating dick, she had already ate

She so nasty, she keep telling me to buss it on her face

How the fuck I'm running out, I just had a whole crate

Cut your plug off, I'll sell em to you for a cheaper rate

Weatherman say it's ice in the streets, I got some skates

And my brother selling food, but he ain't put it on no plate

And my other brother steady trying to come up on a Drac

I been stressing bout my case, but shit my lawyer say I'm straight

Wrap a nigga in the club, owner got in 4k

He won't send it, I'm like why the hell you bitching bout my tape

Niggas steady sending threats when they ain't never buss a grape

Send a blitz, that nigga tripping, should've tied up his lace

Trapping in my Michael J's, I couldn't work for minimum wage

I'm the type to up my blick I catch you staring in my face

I'm the type to tell a hoe back up, bitch give me some space

I'm the type to get a load in and sell it all today

I miss my ex she kept it real, all these other hoes be fake

When I was broke, I always knew I'll be up, I had faith

Nail a nigga to the cross, I got one tatted on my face

Before I starve, I'll take some off another nigga plate

If he green, Ima tax him, I got real za

You can smell it for I take it out the wrapper, I ain't no rap nigga

Block a nigga number he ain't spending, he tryn' rap with me

Probably with a college bitch tryn' make her do some math with me

I'm the plug and niggas know it, I got clientele

Why the hell you going out west and I got it right here

I spend this shit and get it right back so shit I might as well

If the feds come and get me Ima be fly as hell

We the reason niggas scared to go to Bonnell

And if a nigga drop a lo we coming right there

That lil hoe bad I still gave her ass the runaround

That shit was sweet I had to take him down

Trapping in my Michael J's, I couldn't work for minimum wage

I'm the type to up my blick I catch you staring in my face

I'm the type to tell a hoe back up, bitch give me some space

I'm the type to get a load in and sell it all today

I miss my ex she kept it real, all these other hoes be fake

When I was broke, I always knew I'll be up, I had faith

Nail a nigga to the cross, I got one tatted on my face

Before I starve, I'll take some off another nigga plate