I came out the womb flexin' like I planned the day
Came out the womb flexin' like, "give me my pay,"
Y'all tryna surf shit, I'm makin' bigger waves
My bitch perfect, she ain't got shit to say
Promise I can hurt you, you on a different page
I'm not tryna draw, I keep my pistol raised
Shots fired
Leave the block in disarray
Pictures worth a thousand words, so tell me what that footage say
How you link with rapists but don't f*ck with gays?
When you say you got some hoes, I know they underage
I be lowkey, you wont find me on my brother's page
I call him 007, he'll Die Another Day
Is that a typo?
What you mean to say?
When I wake up this morning I ain't think he'd RIP today
I'm smokin' out this quarter pound, he smokin' like a g a day
Walk inside yo complex with a blicky and then bleed the safe
I hate to repeat myself, so sorry you ain't get the message
I ain't wit Nic Cage, but I could be gone in like 60 seconds
He don't give a single f*ck, they say, "that boy, he's so irreverent,"
Been a minute since I been down bad, I had to count my blessings
It's crazy how it works
I had my white bitch dancing' in the crib, she learning how to twerk
Put an extra 30 in this bitch and watch the crowd disperse
Bustin shots without even lookin, yeah that's how them cowards work
Sittin' on her paws
Christmas in the fall
He caught without the law so he start pissin' his draws
I mean, what's the point of shooting if you not gon' knock his top?
I mean, what's the point of trappin' if you sleepin' at the spot?
Make it hot like it's a spa
She gon' put it in her jaw
He couldn't run, he had to crawl
Shoot his back and watch him fall
They get jealous when we ball
Hear him creepin' down the hall
I been gettin money, I been gettin money
I been gettin money, so ain't shit funny
(Trauma Unit)
Ask me for a favor, won't get dick from me
Trigger finger itchin, tryna blick somethin'
Loyalty was key, I thought it meant somethin'
He say he want smoke, I know his ass bluffin'
He was talkin trash, that's a peeled muffin
Lil bro go insane, he tryna kill somethin'
Trauma Unit
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I came out the womb flexin' like I planned the day
Came out the womb flexin' like, "give me my pay,"
Y'all tryna surf shit, I'm makin' bigger waves
My bitch perfect, she ain't got shit to say
Promise I can hurt you, you on a different page
I'm not tryna draw, I keep my pistol raised
Shots fired
Leave the block in disarray
Pictures worth a thousand words, so tell me what that footage say
How you link with rapists but don't f*ck with gays?
When you say you got some hoes, I know they underage
I be lowkey, you wont find me on my brother's page
I call him 007, he'll Die Another Day
Is that a typo?
What you mean to say?
When I wake up this morning I ain't think he'd RIP today
I'm smokin' out this quarter pound, he smokin' like a g a day
Walk inside yo complex with a blicky and then bleed the safe
I hate to repeat myself, so sorry you ain't get the message
I ain't wit Nic Cage, but I could be gone in like 60 seconds
He don't give a single f*ck, they say, "that boy, he's so irreverent,"
Been a minute since I been down bad, I had to count my blessings
It's crazy how it works
I had my white bitch dancing' in the crib, she learning how to twerk
Put an extra 30 in this bitch and watch the crowd disperse
Bustin shots without even lookin, yeah that's how them cowards work
Sittin' on her paws
Christmas in the fall
He caught without the law so he start pissin' his draws
I mean, what's the point of shooting if you not gon' knock his top?
I mean, what's the point of trappin' if you sleepin' at the spot?
Make it hot like it's a spa
She gon' put it in her jaw
He couldn't run, he had to crawl
Shoot his back and watch him fall
They get jealous when we ball
Hear him creepin' down the hall
I been gettin money, I been gettin money
I been gettin money, so ain't shit funny
(Trauma Unit)
Ask me for a favor, won't get dick from me
Trigger finger itchin, tryna blick somethin'
Loyalty was key, I thought it meant somethin'
He say he want smoke, I know his ass bluffin'
He was talkin trash, that's a peeled muffin
Lil bro go insane, he tryna kill somethin'
Trauma Unit
Came out the womb flexin' like, "give me my pay,"
Y'all tryna surf shit, I'm makin' bigger waves
My bitch perfect, she ain't got shit to say
Promise I can hurt you, you on a different page
I'm not tryna draw, I keep my pistol raised
Shots fired
Leave the block in disarray
Pictures worth a thousand words, so tell me what that footage say
How you link with rapists but don't f*ck with gays?
When you say you got some hoes, I know they underage
I be lowkey, you wont find me on my brother's page
I call him 007, he'll Die Another Day
Is that a typo?
What you mean to say?
When I wake up this morning I ain't think he'd RIP today
I'm smokin' out this quarter pound, he smokin' like a g a day
Walk inside yo complex with a blicky and then bleed the safe
I hate to repeat myself, so sorry you ain't get the message
I ain't wit Nic Cage, but I could be gone in like 60 seconds
He don't give a single f*ck, they say, "that boy, he's so irreverent,"
Been a minute since I been down bad, I had to count my blessings
It's crazy how it works
I had my white bitch dancing' in the crib, she learning how to twerk
Put an extra 30 in this bitch and watch the crowd disperse
Bustin shots without even lookin, yeah that's how them cowards work
Sittin' on her paws
Christmas in the fall
He caught without the law so he start pissin' his draws
I mean, what's the point of shooting if you not gon' knock his top?
I mean, what's the point of trappin' if you sleepin' at the spot?
Make it hot like it's a spa
She gon' put it in her jaw
He couldn't run, he had to crawl
Shoot his back and watch him fall
They get jealous when we ball
Hear him creepin' down the hall
I been gettin money, I been gettin money
I been gettin money, so ain't shit funny
(Trauma Unit)
Ask me for a favor, won't get dick from me
Trigger finger itchin, tryna blick somethin'
Loyalty was key, I thought it meant somethin'
He say he want smoke, I know his ass bluffin'
He was talkin trash, that's a peeled muffin
Lil bro go insane, he tryna kill somethin'
Trauma Unit
Writer: Fight Harmful
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