[Intro]
Oo shit that’s a Danny g beat
Damn, JakeSand
[Verse 1: TrDee]
I’m certified check my resume
I pull up shooting Desmond bane i don’t hesitate
Shit I might levitate
I’m so fucking high
You ain’t got no money your bitch cheating and you wonder why
Driving like a Kia boy I put the whip in sports mode
Gotta watch your mans make sure your back door closed
All I think about is how to get some more pros
Plug overseas so sometimes we talk in Morse code
Threw the neck and took my energy just like a spirit bomb
It piss me off when a nigga get my lyrics wrong
No I do not workout but what I’m smoking super strong
Bad brown skin bitch look likе Nia Long
Looking like I sell weight probably why my namе holy
I just had a talk with god he said you really goated
You gone end up like Tony Stark tryna be heroic
They don’t know I had my glockie I don’t even show it
[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
Bitch I came up off of nothing I was really broke
If you sneak dissing I’m gon get you right before your show
Real street nigga TRX riding Fetty bows
Bitch you already know I’m on that time get stepped on
Knock every head down up in Cudahy
Same [ ] nigga and [ ]
Not to mention [] heads on the corner
But wait you name it I fucking got it
12 Gs a ID in my fucking pocket
If you reach for my chain Imma fucking pop you
[ ] Green then I fucking got you
Bitch I could fit a light 40 in my fucking pocket
[Verse 3: Mariboy Mula Mar]
Yup yup yup yup
I got plenty fucking bows nigga is you tryna shop
These phones banging cramming heads lining down yo block
And the way I drive the foreign I’m gon need some new shocks
I just made 20 in some crocs
All these fucking [] on me all these damn knots
Hypebeast what I wear ain’t in stock
Don’t be flashing that lil shit boy I know that’s all you got
I got the switchy in this bitch it’s going down like I’m Joc
I got runtz cookies []
[] back now he a shitty boy
I just bought bitch a ass and three chains I ain’t no tity boi
Not a play in Indiana I’m passing through Illinois
All these jacks in here bing bing like they Floyd
My neighbor say the srt make too much fucking noise
I ain’t talking peezy nem when I say I’m with the boyz
The Prada or the [mari] man I can’t make a choice
[Verse 4: TrDee]
I’m certified check my resume
I pull up shooting Desmond bane i don’t hesitate
Shit I might levitate
I’m so fucking high
You ain’t got no money your bitch cheating and you wonder why
Driving like a Kia boy I put the whip in sports mode
Gotta watch your mans make sure your back door closed
All I think about is how to get some more pros
Plug overseas so sometimes we talk in Morse code