Haha, haha, aye
Bruh, tell Trojan bruh
Uh, Trojan and Max on a song again?
Aye
Aye, aye, aye
Only sixteen, so I’m hangin’ with some rugrats
He said that he a shooter but he missed and can’t get slugs back
He had to cheat to get that W, give me that dub back
That boy, he get no b#tches, be in school like “Where my hug at?”
Huh, yeah, I’m hungry for that bag, it ain’t Ramadan
If it’s beef my n#gg#s at your door like they was Papa John’s
She said her parents home, so you know we had to optimize
He was missin’ deadlines so my n#gg#s had to finalize
I won’t chase a b#tch, I chase a bag
Shawty, you is not important if I’m keepin’ it a stack
Heard he talkin’ on my name, okay, now he goin’ out sad
Shawty trippin’ on my line but it’s okay because she bad
Uh, Worry Later bracket, okay, you know that we ball
Uh, graduated high school, now I’m sayin’ “f#ck ’em all”
Don’t got Vans on but you know I’m off the wall
Shawty, can you text me? Really, I don’t wanna call
Shawty think my music trash, I told her check the mirror
Uh, no, he not with us, my boys gon’ get him out of here
Uh, we gon’ hang him like the boy a chandelier
Uh, I know you a b#tch, I can see that crystal clear
Uh, put a boy on TV, now he lookin’ like a Rugrat
He actin’ like his b#tch bad, how the hell you f#ck that?
Talkin’ like he got a pole but you know we gon’ up that
No, I’m not a cop so you know that I cannot cuff that
Aye, Trojan said “Where it’s at?”, I said “It’s on the floor”
Me and Trojan like an avalanche because we on a roll
Trojan graduated, I’m a junior, I’m on honor roll
I’m tryna go right up to the top but she not tryna go
I fall into that money bag, huh, like Geronimo
All y’all n#gg#s on my Bull sh#t like it’s Chicago
I got shooters all around me no matter where I go
I got kickers all up on the field like they Rinaudo
If he try to pass me told him damn, I wish ’em well, uh
Yeah, this song is terrible, like I’m Yeat, I need a bell
Sorry ’bout that b#tch, I know you mad and I can tell, uh
Yeah, I got this .30 on me, singin’ like Adele
Yeah, we got that ammunition, so don’t you run up
Call the bro to get you missin’, don’t be a dumb f#ck
Yeah, the boy, he gettin’ beat, like kicks I’m feelin’ pumped up
I just hit lil’ shawty with the follow back, she lucked up
Bae said “Where you at?”, I’m where the bag goin’
I been gettin’ hunnids every day, I got the tags blowin’
I’m not finna stop, the hunnids blue and all my racks goated
Feel like Tay K, I get the race up
Aye bro, put that Mace up ’cause that n#gg# got sprayed up
They was sleepin’ on me, now I’m hearin’ that they stayed up
I ain’t had no money on me but I’m hearin’ that they paid up
Yeah they paid up, huh, yeah that’s nice, huh?
If you want a feature then get ready ’cause my price up
Walk up in the spot like I’m the sh#t, I’m feelin’ piped up
I got two chains on my body, feelin’ iced up
Red dot on his face, lookin’ like a face tat
Yeah she leavin’ you for me, okay, you gotta face that
Heard he tryna diss me, pullin’ up to where he based at
Only sixteen, so I’m hangin’ with some rugrats
He said that he a shooter but he missed and can’t get slugs back
He had to cheat to get that W, give me that dub back
That boy, he get no b#tches, be in school like “Where my hug at?”
Huh, yeah, I’m hungry for that bag, it ain’t Ramadan
If it’s beef my n#gg#s at your door like they was Papa John’s
She said her parents home, so you know we had to optimize
He was missin’ deadlines so my n#gg#s had to finalize
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