[Intro: Sir Surrell]

We don’t shoot to miss, my nigga

We clutching grips and shit, make it wetty up in here, ya feel me?

Gumzi-Surrell on the track, you better act like you know

[Chorus: Trap Sinatra]

Hit it ten rounds, made the bed bounce

I Told her go home, she’s at the wrong house

I Hit the whole ounce, but l won’t talk about it

I can’t talk about it

But I’ve thought about it

I’ve made some mistakes but let’s forget about it

I’ve done a lot of shit

But I can’t talk about it

Yeah she got some problems

She won't talk about it

If I’m probably lit

I won’t talk about it

[Verse 1: Trap Sinatra]

Let’s not talk about this shit

How the haters politic

How we went and hit a lick

How she sucking on my

Got her sucking on my

Put me in a coma

Yes they call her Noma

Hotter than a sauna

Yeah I can’t handle it

These Niggas counterfeit

Just For the camera click

They act a bitch

And I’m not proud of it

Swear it got me sick

I want a brick

I keep on stacking it

I’m Chasing paper

Buy the acre

For the sake of having it

I make her feel important

Said she feels like she’s imported

I’ll get that bitch deported

If there’s things that she recorded

I gotta Keep it safe

Fuck a cape , Yellow tape

I’m an ape

Stay in shape

Cos I gotta maintain

Stay sane

[Chorus: Trap Sinatra]

Hit it ten rounds, made the bed bounce

I Told her go home, she’s at the wrong house

I Hit the whole ounce, but l won’t talk about it

I can’t talk about it

But I’ve thought about it

I’ve made some mistakes but let’s forget about it

I’ve done a lot of shit

But I can’t talk about it

Yeah she got some problems

She won't talk about it

If I’m probably lit

I won’t talk about it

[Verse 2: Sir Surrell]

Cookin’ in the kitchen, I could chef if I needed to, (ye)

Sweet and sour pussy, I just hit it with the lemon juice, (ye)

Residue, beat that pussy up just like the rent is due

Pedestal, she just gave me top, boy I’m federal (heyy!)

2022, I got a lot up on my plate

Chefing with my Gs, you could really get the steak

Clutching on these bars, cause it’s all about gains

Clutching on these broads, like my foot is off the brakes, (woah)

Now you’ve got some issues…

Had my dick inside her mouth before she came to kiss you…(urgh!)

Now you’ve got some issues…

Bradley-Surrell on the track, and we don’t shoot to miss you! (Du du du!)

[Chorus: Trap Sinatra]

Hit it ten rounds, made the bed bounce

I Told her go home, she’s at the wrong house

I Hit the whole ounce, but l won’t talk about it

I can’t talk about it

But I’ve thought about it

I’ve made some mistakes but let’s forget about it

I’ve done a lot of shit

But I can’t talk about it

Yeah she got some problems

She won't talk about it

If I’m probably lit

I won’t talk about it