[Intro]
Fuck
My boy starts riots ‘cause he said it’s fun
My bitch tryna get tipsy with it, uh
Yeah, yeah
[Hook]
My boy starts riots ‘cause he said it’s fun
My bitch tryna get tipsy with me, but we are not 21
Nine Tail Trojan, he still walking in with a Honey Bun
No, I can’t tell you where the shirt from, I can’t put you on
(Nah, what?) Go find it yourself
That’s my buddy, not my bitch, I’m not talking no Elf
Stick Trojan 3D print, it’s sitting right here on my shelf
No, you won’t catch me smoking, it’s no good for my health
[Verse 1]
Like, yeah
Yeah it’s bad for business
Five-two, I’m sitting in the cold, steady counting chicken
New bitch got me fucked up, I got to stop the simpin’
Said it on World Class and I’m still wondering what the fuck you thinking?
Who the fuck you better than? Not us
My hair half green, dumb bitch thought it was for Starbucks, the fuck?
Like, are you fuckin' stupid?
In this bitch spitting PK Fire like I’m damn Lucas
No, I can’t get with a bitch, I thought that you already knew this
Riding ‘round with my twin, my slime, that’s my damn mucus
When she call my phone I pick up, “I don’t know, who’s this?”
You could give me a pack and I flip it, but I bet you can’t move it (What?)
Why your boyfriend really just wanna be me?
I’m dripping toe to head, talking from my shoes to my beanie
You see me with them cheese sticks, I been eating at C.C. Pazzini
I been chillin’ on my own ‘cause shawty decided to leave me
[Hook]
My boy starts riots ‘cause he said it’s fun
My bitch tryna get tipsy with me, but we are not 21
Nine Tail Trojan, he still walking in with a Honey Bun
No, I can’t tell you where the shirt from, I can’t put you on
(Huh, yeah) Go find it yourself
That’s my buddy, not my bitch, I’m not talking no Elf
Stick Trojan 3D print, it’s sitting right here on my shelf
No, you won’t catch me smoking, it’s no good for my health
[Verse 2]
Middle of the song I just got back from dyeing my hair blue
They seen that I got paper now, they miss me, I don’t miss you too
Damn, that’s really my fault
Really, there’s not shit for you to speak on when your cash talk
No, I don’t hit her phone no more, she asking me like, “What happen?”
I hit it from the back, I grab the mic and then I start rapping
You said that that’s your bitch, she on my page, and she double tapping
Double 11, she tried to post me and I started laughing
Like, delete that, that’s embarrassing
Tryna blow up by next year, put that on everything
Got too many rings on both hands, can’t wear no wedding ring
Everyday, upgrading my sound, this shit’s developing
Uh, why she acting like I need her, told her I don’t need her
If you give her aux, she don’t play Trojan then she not a keeper
Really, I might hit it once and make her sing like Dua Lipa
She try to say that I’m her only one but I do not believe her
It’s that time of year, I’m grabbing turkeys out the fucking reefer
Hop on the beat with all these punchlines, hit ‘em with a sleeper
I’m hitting her phone every Friday like I’m working for Beeper
If she try to ask me, “What are we?”, don’t know, I got amnesia
Hit ‘em with a Twist of Fate like I was Jeff or Matt Hardy
I played your music in the whip and I heard you snapping, hardly
Worry Later, Chaøs performing, we turning up that party
I got way too much paper, my pockets been on FatBoiBari, damn
[Hook]
My boy starts riots ‘cause he said it’s fun
My bitch tryna get tipsy with me, but we are not 21
Nine Tail Trojan, he still walking in with a Honey Bun
No, I can’t tell you where the shirt from, I can’t put you on
(Uh) Go find it yourself
That’s my buddy, not my bitch, I’m not talking no Elf
Stick Trojan 3D print, it’s sitting right here on my shelf
No, you won’t catch me smoking, it’s no good for my health (Uh)