Lyrics:
Mayweather with his hands
Like what’s your motive, I’m just tryna' understand
Is you another thotiana tryna' bust it for them bands (Yea aight)
Bitch, I’m
the bitches, yeah
Oh, in case you don't know
A yo, Devin
(Aha?)
Sing it to 'em nephew, come on
(Aight, let me do it something like this)
I don't chase
Aye, aight, look man, aight
It's yvngMac this bitch
Prod Sean made that shit, aight
Aight, SLS, aight
Fuck it, fuck it
Bought a new Glock, I'm
a lot, and still earnin' a lot of money crazy
Doin' my thing and securin' a win for all my babies
Aight, well it's clear in this new year you've been
two
I get one band, like per letter
It say "Gucci" on my sweater
I need freak bitch, ain't nothin' better
Cold, like my muh-fuckin' gang, look
We be
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
It's repo time motherfucker
If you owe me, I'm here to collect
All that roaching and reaching
I'm fin to put a stop to this shit nigga
Trae the Truth
Coughin' up the big bucks (Aight)
Small feet for a giant nigga, I got long meat
(O oh) blueface's Soul, bitch, it's open
An all you can eat i can show
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae
nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
'Til a bitch
'Cause it ain't no exposing me
And I don't smoke but I'll roll a
Rap bitch up in the 'Wood, it's choking me
Hoes be thinking it's beef
Aight, bet, I'ma
the cocaine and the kilos
Aight nigga, we know
Aight nigga, we know
Can we get a break from the strippers on the pill
Aight nigga, we know
Okay nigga, we
still fuck with us anyway
Don Ro and Trae fully loaded with automatics
Bitch we tripping, when coming your way
Watch what you say
Cause fucking with
& turned to a Insta fan
Smack her on ha ass
& Grab her by her Wa ist
Bitch we playing we darts
Bullzeye on ha Fa ace
She say it taste like fruit
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Gas station, re-up on the petrol
Hit the trap and re-up on the petrol
Shit, by the time you get it it's a retro
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
back
One thang I know fa sho
I'm going down in history for this one
Trae the motherfucking Truth
I'm pushing this bitch asshole By Nature
Now they hear
"
"Now leave me the fuck alone so I can hit it" "Aight thanks man"
So then I slammed the door shut
I turned around this bitch is pullin' her pants
Fuck the recognition, I had signs of symptoms
But by definition, there's no admission
Yeah, I'm talking bout' Covid
Bitch, I feel so exploded
These
It's aight
When you wake up i'm gone bitch bye
I'm gone
Distant
That bitch like wow
He still
He still get down
I feel
I feel like i'm gon do this shit by
yeah, brrah)
I spit on his corpse and I stream it on Twitch (You a bitch, what, I stream it on Twitch, skrr, uhh, yeah)
He ain't gon' wake, it's more than
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