Always Trading

YCOE

(South Carolina finest)

I can't lie, I'm geeked up

(Four3va)

Huh, and that's on God

****, I been on my own shit

A twenty-ball and thirty-ball, that'll get you gone quick (That lil' boy gone)

I just lent my dog the AMG

A **** know I'm renegadin', ain't no **** checkin' me (The fuck he talkin' 'bout?)

Backseat action with some fine shit, let that ho roll my prevay

Just put the mic down, boy, you gay

I knew school wasn't in the picture when they kicked me out of Mays

My young **** can't never keep a Glock, he always Drac'

This ho keep sayin' I'm the one, she somethin' like Billie Jean

All this dogshit stuffed inside my pants, I can't hold up my jeans

My mama told me quit it, but I keep pourin' up lean

And one ho told me that she can't live without me, what do you mean? (What do you mean?)

I'm stuffin' opps inside this blunt, they can't fit in a Sweet or rilly

She came to me lookin' for love, I'm sorry, girl, I'm not romantic

In the Porsche 911, you know this bitch panoramic

I'm really carryin' all these **** on my back, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick Cannon)

All my **** wildin' out, ho, be my valentine

Once we up on the score, they ain't comin' back, I'm nothin' like Ryan (Nothin' like the Falcons)

I bought a Carti', I'm still runnin' out of time

So many bodies droppin', seem like everybody dyin'

All these **** be cap rappin', seem like everybody lyin'

Let another **** tell it, all these other **** slidin'

Just from stickin' to the code, he gotta be behind walls ridin'

A lotta shit come with the streets, I can't even lie, and that's on God (And that's on God)

Huh, huh

Huh, YCOE, YCOE, YCOE

Huh, huh

I'm geeked up, I'm geeked up