"Ay Trevv"

Trevv What's Popping?

Yeah

[Verse]

Bring That Hating Shit To Me

And I’ll Prolly Bless You

I’ll Prolly Break Ya Heart

But I’ll Never Stress You

You Could Tell I’m The Realist Nigga

In The Venue

I Got Opps, And A Couple Beats

Up On The Menu

When You Living Out A Dream

Can’t Let Them Niggas Pinch You

So Many Problems, I Could Give Em

Come And Get Ya Issue

I Don' Sold Weed Pills Lean

And Firearms

I Don' Swiped The Oxycodones

For Tylenols

Told Bitches That I Loved Em'

But Shit Not All

Never Passed Me The Rock

And Seen Me Drop The Ball

Lord Forgive Me For This Shit

I Ain’t Proudest Of

I Got The Glow Like Leroy

Thank The Man Above

Got The Juice And The Mu' Fucking Moves Boy

She Can’t Get Inside The Car With Attitude On

And Don’t You Step All On The Carpet With No Shoes On

We Want The Salad And The Carrots & Croutons

We Had Them Pints Of That Yellow

Grey Poupon

Lil' Momma Seen Me Counting Bands

Like Boy What You On?

Fuck All That Talking I Was Tweaking Off The Adderall

Was Buying Guns If They Was Used I Ain’t Ask At All

Turned My Shit In At The Trap And 'Came A Troubadour

Lotta Niggas Turned That Back, But That Just Opened Doors

Now I Need The Lamborghini With The Open Doors

I Gotta Pretty Bitch To Tiptoe On These Marble Floors

They Should’ve Never Gave Us Money, Now I’m Wanting More

Young Nigga Tryna Ball Emeka Okafor

I Don' Ran It Up So Much They Cut The Scoreboard

I Seen Sauce Take The Money From The Floorboard

So Remind Me What A Nigga Need A Whore For

Polynesian Sauced Shrimp Came From Bora Bora, Uh

Coach Take Me Off The Bench I’m Tryna Score More

Was 17 Selling Tickets For The Score More

I Got Love And The Drugs, What You Want Boy

Bad Bitch, She Gone Barber Line You Up Boy

Fuck You Good And Then Call Yo Ass A Homeboy

I Taught Her All Well, All My Hoes Homegrown Boy

We Don' Poured So Many Drinks My G What Time It Is

Young Rebel I Ain’t Even Do What Simon Said

I Want Baguettes And The Brioche All Kinda Bread

And The Handmade Linens With The Finest Threads

I, Pop Shit, Fly Shit, That United Shit

I , Write The Nicest Shit, Got The Midas Pen

She, Get High On Xanax, And Some Vicodin

I, Told Her, Keep It To Ya Self, I Ont Like The Shit

Yeah

Break It Down Roll It Up

Breathe In Shit

4 Niggas We Was In The Car

With 10 Sticks

I’m Ashamed Momma

I Don' Hit A Hundred Licks

I Feel Like James Dolan

I Don' Sold A Hundred Knicks

Fuck That Trapping Shit

I’m Better At This Rapping Shit

These Niggas Outchea Tryna

Crash Like A Accident

Fuck The Streets

The Streets Ain’t Never Had My Back 'N Shit

Hard Times What I Been Through

Looking Back At It

Lotta Niggas Glorify This Shit On This Side

I Don' Sat In Court Rooms And Sat Court Side

I Cut Niggas Off The Team Like Apartheid

I’m On My Job And These Lil Niggas Part Time

Yeah

It's ALL BAD

I Don' .... In The Brown Bag

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