Verse:

Hold up, can I flex real quick?

Got an automatic and it ain't no stick

Money in the bags and they call it real thick

Ain't no Bengies, all Washington's

Roll up to a McDonald's, let me get a number one

With a side of fries and some nugs

Let me get a whole stack of patties

Flexing on your money like the goat and the fatties

You say got big bands

Name brands and designer

But let me ask you something bruh

Where did it come from cause we got the same job?

Always rolling on E

The story of TT

Y'all better be quiet

We finna rent a car we ain't gon' buy it

It's kinda crazy how you wanna be lazy

See me on Swazy while chasing, doing my grind

Why are you wasting your time flexing all the money for the rhymes

Money in the bank, why y'all looking fake?

Did a DNA test, y'all so baked

Calling me a G, I'm prodigy

Killing this like an AKG

You doin' okay?

Seen some things and it had me think

Hoping Tyler's not hitting them drinks

Got my ideas like a kitchen sink

Play me in a game and I promise you'll sink

I'm done, I don't wanna have to run

From people talking about their guns

Fun, naw, you ain't nothing son

Pre-Chorus:

It seems like you gotta make a comeback

But I don't really wanna go about that

"Trash", people calling me that

Facts, Imma have to hit you with the facts

I'm making my own path, long neck like you a giraffe

You's a joke, making me laugh

Clap, yea I came back

Chorus:

I might as well write a book

Full of trash lines & hooks

Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook

But now everyone wanna look

I gotta keep them shook

Leave them like a crook

Accusing me of things that I took

Caught them in the mouths like a hook

I might as well write a book

Full of trash lines & hooks

Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook

But now everyone wanna look

I gotta keep them shook

Leave them like a crook

Accusing me of things that I took

Caught them in the mouths like a hook

Verse:

Last time I checked I was doing okay

Now that I think about it you were a fake

Sorry Ty, but I think I'm going my own way

So great, big fake, all you did was take

Bouta hop in my lane, getting lifts like my crain

Aye, watch out, eyes up, everything that I said was too much

Prices tags don't come to much, take you to lunch

Not a bunch, get that much, Captain Crunch

I'm sick of it, I'm flickin' it

I'm tellin' the clocks to start tickin' in

I'm diggin' it, my lyrics are legitimate

They trippin' in, I'm cripplin'

All the stacks start triplin'

Aye, TT in the buildin'

Never chillin'

Pre-Chorus:

It seems like you gotta make a comeback

But I don't really wanna go about that

"Trash", people calling me that

Facts, Imma have to hit you with the facts

I'm making my own path, long neck like you a giraffe

You's a joke, making me laugh

Clap, yea I came back

Chorus:

I might as well write a book

Full of trash lines & hooks

Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook

But now everyone wanna look

I gotta keep them shook

Leave them like a crook

Accusing me of things that I took

Caught them in the mouths like a hook

I might as well write a book

Full of trash lines & hooks

Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook

But now everyone wanna look

I gotta keep them shook

Leave them like a crook

Accusing me of things that I took

Caught them in the mouths like a hook