And I ain’t ever trip, I ain’t ever slip up
Soon as your b#tch just saw the wrist, I got her fallin’ in love
I’ma pull up quick on my bro
Fresh the way I’m dressed from head to toe
I pull up with like six in my pole
Come up with that sh#t, I let it go
Ayy, I just put your b#tch in my phone
Fireworks, the wrist I let explode
Don’t you do funny sh#t unless you told
I won’t ever ever miss, I hit your bones
I’ma run up, spazz out, hand me the work, cash out
Take a hit of this sh#t, pass out
I’m delivering in the fast route
All these little b#tches, they don’t have clout
I might go Corona, pull thе mask out
They be goin’ in the booth and thеy tap out
I just made a me a stu’ from the trap house, yeah
Hit the stage, yeah, I attract crowds
Fightin’ at the venue like smackdown
I’ma go and hit you if you act out
You don’t know ’bout copping a half pound
And you know we gotta just stand out
At my show, I’m tryna go snatch crowns
With the flow, I’ll probably go back now
Stand down, yeah, we mobbin’ the throne
Damn proud what I got on my own
My background is a plot that’s untold
Black clouds, they gon’ follow me home
And I hit the bottom, but the bigger problem a bit unacknowledged
They be talkin’ ’bout, “Listen,” but they must be kiddin’ when I go and spin the block ’cause–
I’ma pull up quick on my bro
Fresh the way I’m dressed from head to toe
Ayy, I just put your b#tch in my phone
Fireworks, the wrist I let explode
Don’t you do funny sh#t unless you told
I won’t ever ever miss, I hit your bones
I’ma run up, spazz out, hand me the work, cash out
Take a hit of this sh#t, pass out
I’m delivering in the fast route
All these little b#tches, they don’t have clout
I might go Corona, pull the mask out
They be goin’ in the booth and they tap out
I just made a me a stu’ from the trap house, yeah
Ayy, made me a stu’ from the trap house
Me and your b#tch hit the digital dash
I’m not bringin’ her back if you act out
Soon as I started to cash out, got all you hopin’ to rap now
She leave you on open, I’m already owin’
She countin’ up stacks on my slacks now
I made him so mad that he blue in the face
If he talkin’, I smack that, I move with the bass
If he thinkin’ he bad, he be dreamin’, he cap
See all them racks? He be fiendin’ for that
My finger so icey, the trigger be slippin’
You thinkin’ I’m nice ’til the shotty is drippin’
I got me some guys up in hired position
That ain’t thinkin’ twice about takin’ conviction
And I ain’t ever trip, I ain’t ever slip up
Soon as your b#tch just saw the wrist, I got her fallin’ in love
Ayy, I just put your b#tch in my phone
Fireworks, the wrist I let explode
Don’t you do funny sh#t unless you told
I won’t ever ever miss, I hit your bones
I’ma run up, spazz out, hand me the work, cash out
Take a hit of this sh#t, pass out
I’m delivering in the fast route
All these little b#tches, they don’t have clout
I might go Corona, pull the mask out
They be goin’ in the booth and they tap out
I just made a me a stu’ from the trap house, yeah
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