Trauma

(Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit, cuh)

The **** you look up to, boy, them **** bitches

I can show you some shit you ain't never did

I ain't pushin' peace, you fuckin' with my opps, get sent to bed

Last bitch was like the devil, but swear she's so heavensent

I've been takin' care of my mama since my daddy left the crib

Punch me in, run on this bitch for real, real YBN shit

I can feel these **** out to get me, I don't doubt no ****, keep my eye on ****

What this bitch keep lookin' suspicious for? Have bronem drop this bitch

Shot my **** while he wasn't lookin', shit real fucked up in the D

Been on some chill shit, lil' pussy **** keep fuckin' with me

I used to spit right inside my mouth, sell them bitches for ten a piece

I've been up all week, I had a long week, don't call me

I should've shot you, could've put my **** on you, shit too easy

Chasin' a dollar, ****, every dollar gon' come back straight to me

Came up out the projects, can't no **** stop that, you know how it be

My lil' **** mama say it's mop 'fore he thinkin' he me