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Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha Hoo, yeah, yeah Niggas be goin' beast mode and shit I'm finna go gorilla though, ha It's Trax season, bruh I pick up backends, bitch (backend baby) You pick up pay checks, sis, hoo I like Crips, but it can get bloody (Crip) With your mouth, you better watch that diss I feel like I'm the shit (yeah) Rollie, Rollie hittin' right on my wrist (Rollie) Got beef? Then step into the light (light) You bitches all bark, no bite (rrr) Just me, bitch, I be wylin' (wylin') Pimpin' niggas like Megan Thee Stallion (pimp a nigga) New day, new nigga, money gettin' bigger Broke boys don't bring figures (hoo) All black, bitch, I be mobbin' (mobbin') Solo Batman, no Robin Don't push, I'm a killer, wake up the thriller Always 'bout my skrilla, hoo If it's up, then it's stuck (then it's stuck) Talkin' tough? Bitch, knuck if you buck, hoo (if you buck) I ain't come to play around Run through your crew and lay that motherfucker down (hoo) My hand's itching, try your luck (try your luck) A firecracker, bitch, I'm guaranteed to bust ('teed to bust) I ain't come to play around Run through your crew and lay that motherfucker down (ha) Act up when you see me (bitch, act up) Real life, no TV (nah) Oh, you blind? Hey Stevie (blind) Bitch, I ain't playin', no kiki Ballin' on hoes, scorin' on niggas Throwin' it back, he keep bustin' them triggers Hood with the Hilfiger, bougie with Chanel Birds on the way, bricks on the scale It's a lick at the door, let him come in Snatchin' his soul, won't see him again Is you gon' ride? Time only tells Time wait for no man, I'ma wish you well Step in my ring, watch and see Line it up hoes, one, two, three Fine as wine, thick as a thief Handlin' issues, ain't coppin' no plea (bah) If it's up, then it's stuck (if it's up, then it's stuck now) Talkin' tough? Bitch, knuck if you buck, hoo (bah) I ain't come to play around Run through your crew and lay that motherfucker down (B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-boo) My hand's itching, try your luck (try your luck) A firecracker, bitch, I'm guaranteed to bust ('teed to bust) I ain't come to play around (fuck that hoe) Run through your crew and lay that motherfucker down (bang, bang, bang, rah) Yeah Niggas really don't motherfuckin' know me Y'all niggas act like y'all 'bout that action But I'm really 'bout my motherfuckin' issue Stop playin' with a real bitch Actually, stop playin' with a real nigga Gang-gang shit, bitch Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha It's Trax season, bruh
Writer(s): John Norris Iii, Rashad Jamiyl Spain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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