It's crazy how the people these days
Always tryna' ride the wave
Tryna' flex racks
One day them stacks gon' fly away
Tryna' act hard in the streets
You wasting your life away
Every day a body drop from the shots
Who's mama gonna cry today
I want everything yeah I'll do anything for the clout
I tried to go to church but the church ain't like me around
I tried to go to church but the church ain't want me around
I want to go to church but oh oh oh
I'll do anything for the clout
I'm tryna' move to the south
I'm tryna' cop me a Vic with 40-inch rims
And grill in my mouth
I'm tryna' ride with the strap in the front
Who's tryna' see how it sounds
I'm tryna' figure what's louder
The loud or the music on loud
I'm tryna' cop me a crib
But never take care of my child
I'm tryna' get me a shawty that's fine
Something like Megan Thee Stall
He said he wanted to fight
Well I said I'm bring the rounds
I should've consulted with God
Because now I'm locked up for a while
It's crazy how the people these days
Always tryna' ride the wave
Tryna' flex racks
One day them stacks gonna fly away
Tryna' act hard in the streets
You wasting your life away
Every day a body drop from the shots
Who's mama gonna cry today
I want everything yeah I'll do anything for the clout
I tried to go to church but the church ain't like me around
I tried to go to church but the church ain't want me around
I want to go to church but oh oh oh
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It's crazy how the people these days
Always tryna' ride the wave
Tryna' flex racks
One day them stacks gon' fly away
Tryna' act hard in the streets
You wasting your life away
Every day a body drop from the shots
Who's mama gonna cry today
I want everything yeah I'll do anything for the clout
I tried to go to church but the church ain't like me around
I tried to go to church but the church ain't want me around
I want to go to church but oh oh oh
I'll do anything for the clout
I'm tryna' move to the south
I'm tryna' cop me a Vic with 40-inch rims
And grill in my mouth
I'm tryna' ride with the strap in the front
Who's tryna' see how it sounds
I'm tryna' figure what's louder
The loud or the music on loud
I'm tryna' cop me a crib
But never take care of my child
I'm tryna' get me a shawty that's fine
Something like Megan Thee Stall
He said he wanted to fight
Well I said I'm bring the rounds
I should've consulted with God
Because now I'm locked up for a while
It's crazy how the people these days
Always tryna' ride the wave
Tryna' flex racks
One day them stacks gonna fly away
Tryna' act hard in the streets
You wasting your life away
Every day a body drop from the shots
Who's mama gonna cry today
I want everything yeah I'll do anything for the clout
I tried to go to church but the church ain't like me around
I tried to go to church but the church ain't want me around
I want to go to church but oh oh oh
Always tryna' ride the wave
Tryna' flex racks
One day them stacks gon' fly away
Tryna' act hard in the streets
You wasting your life away
Every day a body drop from the shots
Who's mama gonna cry today
I want everything yeah I'll do anything for the clout
I tried to go to church but the church ain't like me around
I tried to go to church but the church ain't want me around
I want to go to church but oh oh oh
I'll do anything for the clout
I'm tryna' move to the south
I'm tryna' cop me a Vic with 40-inch rims
And grill in my mouth
I'm tryna' ride with the strap in the front
Who's tryna' see how it sounds
I'm tryna' figure what's louder
The loud or the music on loud
I'm tryna' cop me a crib
But never take care of my child
I'm tryna' get me a shawty that's fine
Something like Megan Thee Stall
He said he wanted to fight
Well I said I'm bring the rounds
I should've consulted with God
Because now I'm locked up for a while
It's crazy how the people these days
Always tryna' ride the wave
Tryna' flex racks
One day them stacks gonna fly away
Tryna' act hard in the streets
You wasting your life away
Every day a body drop from the shots
Who's mama gonna cry today
I want everything yeah I'll do anything for the clout
I tried to go to church but the church ain't like me around
I tried to go to church but the church ain't want me around
I want to go to church but oh oh oh
Writer: Arlan Wallace
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