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My sack like 20 bands
I don't need no advance

Percocets no zans
I just counted 500 x pills by hand
They had me in a jam but I up'd and changed their

that are still hard to recite
Ice got shot up in the park that night
Found out Donovan was lost that night
I was
Playing limbo with the bar low
Bending

sliding thru yo hood just in a Two seater
Post by the store money adding up
I bought a O to smoke nigga pass The blunt
We hit a lick on his bro now he Mad

niggas keep taking bout ending me
I don't got enemies niggas
Smoking opps in a backwood
I am a rapper but I still hang with some killers
In the field with

that will get me by
Mannnnnns wear yo face on tee and swear that they wished they died
We can make you prayers come true and put you with yo guys
You can

Thailand
That gyal gave me her life
Told bro "You shouldn't wife that"
What trolley I was bagging up at nine
She didn't know I was like that
Been

it

Percs came with some coffee when mailing it
I can tell by her looks that I'm nailing it 
Every beat got a story I'm telling it 
If I go down right

the rollers in Atlanta
Still hooving and leaching you Bama
I played the crease got my bands up
Shoebox before it was a safe
We Ship packs to four other states

I be paranoid I fuck around Up it through my bubble jacket
Carbon or the Glock, the ARP a put em in a casket
Draw down on the opps ain't doing no

where you ain't
Told her that you love her, I'll put her on a plane
Bussdown baby, still going Plain Jane
Peezy in my pants, got me walking with a waddle

So ima always rep til the day that I die
I been in the cut just runninin it up
pennin song after song like I ain’t done it enough
I’m studio with Trey

Order It In

Mist

Diamond in the Dirt

2018

in the sink
(Wash, wash, wash, wash)
Release pain on the track
But I still got pain, yeah, within
And now we pouring the drinks
And if the drink

Try to keep smiling
It's never that simple tho
All I can do is try you feel me
Yeah
So that's what imma do
Look

Open up my soul and let some Spoken

on my dick, bitch, I
Stay with Trey It ain't no beef over here, all chicken
Chick-fil-A Niggas see me with hella bitches, so they think
I'm gay Yeah, I

Get money like LoRiggio where the craps at
My songs are like Ruth homeruns where the bats at
Killin competition show me where the gats at
Eat with

pulled up in
The Porsche on us, it’s going down
(going down) don’t know how I’ma get it
Just know that I want it
Can’t be out here like that nigga Trey

the pain like cocaine, I'm living strong

I...
Got intentions, though my energy still glowing in circles of silence
If they knew my thoughts, they'd mess up

to pay
Because this roley on my wrist telling me I got time today
On the ground by this 9 you'll lay
Or you can sleep filled with deuce deuce treys
or meet

And I ain't no exorcist
Done went out west and realized I ain't no prejudice
I'll take any woman where her face like medicine
Make me feel better
My

show em all of my excellence

Saving these hoes damn I feel like I'm God
200 on an outfit she still call me fly
Put yo ass on bounty want you dead

Trey drip
They keep telling me
Man I'll tell you what they keep telling me
the same shit, over and over

They keep telling me I'm Heat
My bitch want

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
She eat me up like I'm tenders and fries
She's a five out of five
I don't know if she love me
But I don't really mind
Wearing

change 
Go in yo house and fuck ya bitch 
I’m a rude boy
Smoke my trey five in yo whip ima rude boa
Momma raise me with manners but I’m still a rude
Boy

gave it up
Pop had the glock in my sneaker box (Uhh) Pac still blasting through the speaker box (Uhh)
Me against the world when them d's knock flush