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Trobi on the beat Yeah, yeah Look Retaliation if he fuck about it I hit the cell for bro, 'cause he my killy killy Hella bitches try to ring the boy but I decline the call because I'm busy, busy I remember back like seven summers when I told myself I need to stack a milli' Got to work, I started grafting hard and now my bank account is looking silly, silly Ay, how you gonna fuck my nigga and expect me to fly you kway Bitch, you played And if you carry on talking shit then I'll take you cunts on a rainy day Everybody wanna cramp my style, tell them kick right back 'cause we ain't the same Like, how you gonna talk 'bout paper, when you ain't even paper chasing I think I had enough of these groupies 'cause I get vexed when they call man Jason Back in 2017 it was different 'cause the bad tings was tryna leave man waiting Now, they tryna get that dating, big Uber chips, I swear they paying Dumb pricks on the TL hating, why? Prob'ly 'cause I'm getting that cake in, boy Bitch try say "put two on the list" Fuck that, man, I pull up with like 80 boys Big JOC on the front with no dumb shit, don't ever try to break 'em, boy Drillest boy there can't take that, that I'm famous, bro shut up and make it I know a couple men are gonna copy this so onto this 'cause the flow's contagious Fuckin' hell, how you so stressed 'bout a fucking girl Get your shoes on, there's a fucking world They don't wanna tell you but I fucked your missus Copped two bottles of Hennessy, ain't leaving 'til the whole tings finished How you're gonna try move to the shorty, get air time then call her frigid I can do drill and say words like dicky, had to leave Steph 'cause the bitch too picky D9 from the CV, that's dilly Whoever jumped on the hate trend is silly If you done did then you're copying Lippy, but I couldn't give a toss 'cause I made my milli Switch the flow, okay, I did that exactly and doubled my chedder up Pulled up to tape with my niggas, got 25 bottles, now galy, you're beggin' us Kick you niggas to the floor, these bars are coming raw, I promise you ain't getting up Dank in the bag, smelling like dank, got the federally smellin' us Mercedes is black and my diamonds are shining Go straight to the top or I promise it's timing And I need disappear from my life and career Now I'm switching the gears, all you niggas are tired Give thanks to God, that's word to my sister Touch any of them and then I'll a killer That's 'cause I contest it so the rest you can't play with the best 'cause my families are winners JAY1, JAY1