Tradeline

I'm like, damn, okay, bitch

You could breathe but you can't text me back

Aye, ho, I'm Justin with the vibes, I'm bringing sexy back

Yeah, in the projects, rob the house with they sell candy at

Aye, yeah, my mama was a Crip but she not handicap

Walk around with fire she arson

Stealing food out the market

Now my pocket's fat as Cartman

Like a grownup saying, "Sit down!"

A brand new Wraith, I park it

Made it out of them apartments, all the way down to red carpets

Ashurp

Look I bubble up, bubble up, bubble up, bubble up, bubble up, watch it fizz

Ain't no bitch without a dad finna tell me what a real man is

You're a whole kidnapper out here

She be out here eating my kids

Want to cuddle up but her hair on a dresser

After that shit I'm a keep that wig

You fuck with me, you gon' be mad, high key

I'll leave you like your dad, high key

Usher son, I got it bad, high key

You bitch made you a drag, I see

Ridin' through the city with a blower, ha-ha

Just came off a 50-city tour, ha-ha

Used to be my bitch but not more, ha-ha

Tradelines, we finally up the score, ha-ha

Got to get a check like I'm out here burning

Got to get the earnings early in the morning

One thing about the tables, lil' bitch, it keep turning

Fire in a crib, Mississippi burning

Drop one of mine, refund, returning

Turn 'em into food if the pot keep stirring

You don't know enough, lil' bitch, keep learning

Being that broke out here is concerning

**** think they camouflage, but they tanking

GTA and real life, I play with Franklins

Face card valid in my city, check my ranking

**** say they gang gang, but they ain't in

I got two hoes with me, one's a lint-licker

The booty club don't give advice, but I big tipper

Her body is a work or art, you get the big picture

Sending mix signals off a mixed liquor

You fuck with me, you gon' be mad, high key

I'll leave you like your dad, high key

Usher son, I got it bad, high key

You bitch made you a drag, I see

Ridin' through the city with a blower, ha-ha

Just came off a 50-city tour, ha-ha

Used to be my bitch but not more, ha-ha

Tradelines, we finally up the score, ha-ha

You prepared to die for that pussy?

I am

I am

So get the fuck up outta here

Fuck you

Fuck your child, ****

I'll bury you and that motherfucker

Now what you want to do about it? I'm with it, ****, I'm a goon

I'll blow the whole house down with a forty

Lil' bitch, don't play with the big bad wolf

Feeling kind of stingy today, don't play with your life

Lil' bitch, you could get that took

God-like, walk around with my hair like wool

Break bread, gotta make sure everybody full

Jordan the wizard 'cause I ain't with the bull

Top dog, Great Dane, Rottweiler, pit bull

These days I got the whole hood watching me like a boot leg DVD

These days all my diamonds dance on me like I got a PPP

Stretch the truth, you see the reach, they selling dreams, well bring receipts

I ain't injured but I don't compete, they flip-flop, you see defeat

It's charity, I feed the streets

I'm gon' fuck your bitch

We can be friends after

Let's keep it a thou' wow

I'm the grand master

I ain't never save no bitch

I'm never playing pastor

Stop saying you from L.A.

If you from Lancaster

Perfidious words

You ain't outside like a curb, aye

You **** is nerds, you only outside in the 'burbs, ooh

We finna purge since somebody gave you nerve

You either die and you burn or you could live and you learn