Lil B - By Myself lyrics

We still trappin' just Lil B

Trappin' out in the hallways
Breaking down weed all day
Servin' pounds like always
Trappin' so hard I done broke my leg
Selling kicks, no kickstand
In the hood with the weedman!
I'm selling tree to the weedman!
Trappin' so hard I done broke my hand
Come in with the runner
You in my trap I need some
You a snitch I don't see none
Tractor trailer, the weed coming!
Ee ee, the fiends coming
OG but he's still telling
Hey, they still telling
Fuck! They still telling!
Fuck! Bust his melon!
All dogs don't go to heaven
Buttnaked with a MAC-11


Trappin' so hard I done broke my necklace
Went outside, I ain't took a shower
Honda Civic, with the power
Selling weed at the afterhours
Selling weed when I take a shower
Selling weed when I'm eating dinner
Remix a brick like Master Splinter
Chop it up, then serve dinner
Trappin' so hard I done hurt my liver
Trappin' so hard that it hurt my hand
I don't give a fuck, they all dead
Fuck it, turn the wall red
Fuck it, they all dead
Laughing it up like I'm the Joker!
Make a play while I'm playing poker
Selling weed, selling coca
Trappin' so hard I had to choke ya
Trappin' so hard it reminded me
What I did last week
Trappin' so hard I done hurt my feet
Remix the bricks with the geese

Hitting these licks all by myself
Fucking these hoes all by myself
Stealing these cars all by myself
Breaking these laws I don't need no help
Hitting these licks all by myself
Fucking these hoes all by myself
Stealing these cars all by myself
Breaking these laws I don't need no help
I'm by myself! I'm by myself!
I'm by myself!
Breaking these laws I don't need no help
I'm by myself! By myself!
I'm by myself!
Breaking these laws I don't need no help
(I don't need no help)

Out in Berkeley, remixin'
I'm selling dope out of Nana kitchen
I'm selling birds
You would think I'm trippin'
Selling cookies out of Nana kitchen
Selling cookies like Mrs doubtfire
Where Popeye? We got the lighter
Ask Nana where she hid the lighter
Cook the crack and start a fire
You got dope on your face
Come in with the 38
Got bananas, you would think I'm straight
So many straps I must be gay
Who got dope on they face?

Who got money to play?
Moi, I done birthed the cake
Mwuah, I done kissed your face
Lay low, I done caught a case
Still trappin' every day
My weedman love me he must be gay
Got so many hoes so you know I'm straight
But this game is so crooked
Y'all niggas don't want no pussy
Hiding bundles up in your booty
Hiding bundles up in the backseat
I ain't gon' run, this not no track meet
I ain't gon' snitch you don't gotta ask me
Fuck a bitch, no attachments
Selling bricks, don't harass me
Out in Berkeley, don't ask me
Selling brick out of the taxi
My Uber driver been trying to text me
I ain't gon' let that bitch harass me
All they know is I'm selling candy
Hardknock life, you can call me Annie
I keep bread 'cause they tryna jam me
(We still trappin')

Hitting these licks all by myself
Fucking these hoes all by myself
Stealing these cars all by myself
Breaking these laws I don't need no help
Hitting these licks all by myself
Fucking these hoes all by myself
Stealing these cars all by myself
Breaking these laws I don't need no help
I'm by myself! I'm by myself!
I'm by myself!
Breaking these laws I don't need no help
I'm by myself! By myself!
I'm by myself!
Breaking these laws I don't need no help
(I don't need no help)