Trap Mind Street (What You Say)

Yea, yeah

Stare at the sun, I ain't have no shades

You'd think I was blind

You can call me Stevi

**** always hatin cuz they wanna be me

Ion say too much, cuz y'all bitches

And you hear me clearly

Got me smokin on some loud

You can smell the sound

We can make the getaway

But you go to church on Sunday

It's okay I'm not a Christian baby

Got you playin wit your toys

Knowin it's annoying

TYE HIGH crazy that's your boy

When we do we gettin it on (Uh, uh, uh)

Runnin around them picket fences

Baby had me actin like a dog, like I just had to hit it

And you know I said that pussy fire cuz I'm actin different

Got me feelin like a Din, see me workin bitches

My connects they know I'm really tryin, I ain't burnin bridges

Reminisce them days about them times you use to blow be kisses

All you gotta do is be my high and you know I'll listen

When you see me I'm passin time, then I go missin

Fuck what you say

I done made it out a storm

Stackin where my money don't belong

Trap mind street borin, nah

And I know y'all snorin

I'm soarin

You can catch me in that Honda

Might be wearin Prada

Put me on the roaster

**** impostor

But I'm not a rapper, nah

I'm in your catalog

Slow, I'm goin fast, what you sayin

Now we speedin off, no

Yeah, nahh

Whooo

Whoooo

Fuck what you say

I done made it out a storm

Stackin where my money don't belong

Trap mind street borin, nah

And I know y'all snorin

I'm soarin

You can catch me in that Honda

Might be wearin Prada

Put me on the roaster

**** impostor

But I'm not a rapper, nah