(One step back)
(You are now tuning into Hysteria music)
[Chorus]
Runin I'm gunin I'm servin the trap
This shit just a pattern I'm stuck in a trap
Way too high, can’t pick up my phone
Leave a message at the tone
I’m trying to find my way back home
[Verse]
Back up, Glock 2-3 I keep it tucked, I don’t got no backup
I don’t need no backup, pussy boy better back up
I don’t do no jabs, bruh, you know I’m dumping Mags, bruh
Don't make it end up tragic, I ain’t trippin' 'bout no treesh ho
Steady lookin' through the peephole
Two phones, need two hoes
Tru's on, know I keep those
I was poor used to kick doors
Old homies had to cut those
New crib got a new bitch
New pockets, I got too lit
Mind revolvin' like a Rubik's
I'm with #city countin' fifties, bitch, in the H-town
Bitch, I’m getting lit, swear everyday I used to dream of this
Fam, look at me, like I'm nun but a drug addict
Overdose, had to put it down
For' a fucker got put down
Lord knows I put my foot down
[Chorus]
Runin im gunin I'm servin the trap
This shit just a pattern I'm stuck in a trap
Way too high, can’t pick up my phone
Leave a message at the tone
I’m trying to find my way back home