Lil B — By Myself

[Intro] We still trappin' Just Lil B [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] 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 [gun cock sound] in they waist 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') [Chorus] 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)