Man you already know who the f*ck it is man
TripleT bro
Been rappin' for way too long for you to not know who it is
You feel me
I-I-I ain't even trippin' bitch this liquor that I'm sippin' blackin' out
2 hands on my face like Cena you won't see me backin' out
I can't get so close to winnin' without f*ckin' tweakin' out
So if you don't see me quittin' well you know the reason now
I like me 2 girls at once because I like to even out
She too picky for me f*ck it we ain't neva eatin' out
But the way I stack my plate man its too easy eatin' now
If you know me that's fantastic cause we all eatin now
I can't stand when bitches text me 'bout some shit that's in the past
I just wanna cop a porsche with hella horse and punch the gas
Solo-dolo nowadays nah I don't need you on my ass
Ex's tryna catch up with me well that's tough cause I'ma pass
Hop up in that lane with sport and yea I'm gunnin' goin fast
I like playin' Gunna on my aux-fukumean I'm in last?
Opinions of me they dated need to re-up on my stats
I got people thinkin' that we cool because we had a class
Man I'm different I ain't like you and that's just me statin' facts
I like girls who pretty, funny, cute, and got a lotta ass
It's absurd that how I'm feelin' hasn't gotten me a Jag
Cause all I think bout is guala, green, and motherf*ckin' cash
I like thumbin' countin' racks, I like stuntin' on they ass, I like competition placin' first and never placin' last
If I slow up that's my fault but I will never let you pass, and if yo girl surround me I promise you won't get her back
Trey
What's the deal bro
I just scored on every peer I had like it's a field goal
I just do myself and me and say f*ck how they feel bro
I can use my hands but still I'm strapped just like some Velcro
Run up a check on these bitches I swear I ain' gon' slow up you know I'ma gun it for real
Labels be callin' my name cause I'm up and I'm fresh but you know I ain't takin the deal
Remember when Trey was so down on his luck no one cared so I really say f*ck how you feel
23 was a good time but I'm makin sure 24 gon' be one hell of a year
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Man you already know who the f*ck it is man
TripleT bro
Been rappin' for way too long for you to not know who it is
You feel me
I-I-I ain't even trippin' bitch this liquor that I'm sippin' blackin' out
2 hands on my face like Cena you won't see me backin' out
I can't get so close to winnin' without f*ckin' tweakin' out
So if you don't see me quittin' well you know the reason now
I like me 2 girls at once because I like to even out
She too picky for me f*ck it we ain't neva eatin' out
But the way I stack my plate man its too easy eatin' now
If you know me that's fantastic cause we all eatin now
I can't stand when bitches text me 'bout some shit that's in the past
I just wanna cop a porsche with hella horse and punch the gas
Solo-dolo nowadays nah I don't need you on my ass
Ex's tryna catch up with me well that's tough cause I'ma pass
Hop up in that lane with sport and yea I'm gunnin' goin fast
I like playin' Gunna on my aux-fukumean I'm in last?
Opinions of me they dated need to re-up on my stats
I got people thinkin' that we cool because we had a class
Man I'm different I ain't like you and that's just me statin' facts
I like girls who pretty, funny, cute, and got a lotta ass
It's absurd that how I'm feelin' hasn't gotten me a Jag
Cause all I think bout is guala, green, and motherf*ckin' cash
I like thumbin' countin' racks, I like stuntin' on they ass, I like competition placin' first and never placin' last
If I slow up that's my fault but I will never let you pass, and if yo girl surround me I promise you won't get her back
Trey
What's the deal bro
I just scored on every peer I had like it's a field goal
I just do myself and me and say f*ck how they feel bro
I can use my hands but still I'm strapped just like some Velcro
Run up a check on these bitches I swear I ain' gon' slow up you know I'ma gun it for real
Labels be callin' my name cause I'm up and I'm fresh but you know I ain't takin the deal
Remember when Trey was so down on his luck no one cared so I really say f*ck how you feel
23 was a good time but I'm makin sure 24 gon' be one hell of a year
TripleT bro
Been rappin' for way too long for you to not know who it is
You feel me
I-I-I ain't even trippin' bitch this liquor that I'm sippin' blackin' out
2 hands on my face like Cena you won't see me backin' out
I can't get so close to winnin' without f*ckin' tweakin' out
So if you don't see me quittin' well you know the reason now
I like me 2 girls at once because I like to even out
She too picky for me f*ck it we ain't neva eatin' out
But the way I stack my plate man its too easy eatin' now
If you know me that's fantastic cause we all eatin now
I can't stand when bitches text me 'bout some shit that's in the past
I just wanna cop a porsche with hella horse and punch the gas
Solo-dolo nowadays nah I don't need you on my ass
Ex's tryna catch up with me well that's tough cause I'ma pass
Hop up in that lane with sport and yea I'm gunnin' goin fast
I like playin' Gunna on my aux-fukumean I'm in last?
Opinions of me they dated need to re-up on my stats
I got people thinkin' that we cool because we had a class
Man I'm different I ain't like you and that's just me statin' facts
I like girls who pretty, funny, cute, and got a lotta ass
It's absurd that how I'm feelin' hasn't gotten me a Jag
Cause all I think bout is guala, green, and motherf*ckin' cash
I like thumbin' countin' racks, I like stuntin' on they ass, I like competition placin' first and never placin' last
If I slow up that's my fault but I will never let you pass, and if yo girl surround me I promise you won't get her back
Trey
What's the deal bro
I just scored on every peer I had like it's a field goal
I just do myself and me and say f*ck how they feel bro
I can use my hands but still I'm strapped just like some Velcro
Run up a check on these bitches I swear I ain' gon' slow up you know I'ma gun it for real
Labels be callin' my name cause I'm up and I'm fresh but you know I ain't takin the deal
Remember when Trey was so down on his luck no one cared so I really say f*ck how you feel
23 was a good time but I'm makin sure 24 gon' be one hell of a year
Writer: Trey Schunder
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