[Intro: X4]

(FBEAT go crazy)

I'm a trophy, so they label me a joint (FBEAT producin’ all the heat)

[Chorus: X4]

I'm a trophy, so they label me a joint

And I got aim, I'm on point

Hmm, let’s go slide through to prove our point

I'm a starter, so I scored the most points

Niggas fuckin' with the pigs, I hear the oink

I ain't fuckin' with no bitch that ain't got no coins

I can't do no song with him, he ain't no joint

I can’t catch no cases with him, he probably point

[Verse 1: X4]

Opps said they tired of me ’cause I'm annoying

But it’s bitches on my dick 'cause I'm important

Don't ask me the price about no shit, you can’t afford it

Of course I had to poke the bitch 'cause she was gorgeous

Thirsty Crip with a hoodie and a torch on my hip

Hmm, I can't speak about that case 'cause a stitch on my lip

Nigga better check thе stats, ain't no smut on my Crippin'

Chxnk, roll another 'Wood, 'cause I might not feel it

Depеnds on how I'm feeling, I might not kill him

Depends on how I'm feeling, I might not fuck

But I still got some throat 'cause the bitch is a slut

And I'm a big dog, I am not no pup

Put that blick down, nigga, you is not gon' bust

Bitch, I'm in the Benz and you on the bus

Heard about you in the county, they took your stuff

Type of shit I don't condone, he can't kick it with us

[Chorus: X4]

I'm a trophy, so they label me a joint

And I got aim, I'm on point

Hmm, let's go slide through to prove our point

I'm a starter, so I scored the most points

Niggas fuckin' with the pigs, I hear the oink

I ain't fuckin' with no bitch that ain't got no coins

I can't do no song with him, he ain't no joint

I can't catch no cases with him, he probably point

[Verse 2: Chxnk]

Hood love me in my section and my hoes feel the same

This lil' 'fit I got designer, yeah, I know it look plain

When I touch that fifty-ball, hit AOD and make it rain

I keep blick tucked with me, ain't no R, peep my name

This lil' gas I be smokin', it's a dead-nigga strain

We stuff niggas in the 'Wood, so don't disrespect the gang

I'm your bitch favorite rapper, I'm the reason she came

You wonder why she say her jaw hurt, my dick the one to blame

I can't hang with no dorks, I'm a joint now

FBEAT on the beat, my shit gotta be on point now

Catch a nigga lackin', yeah, we had to give boy rounds

Bitch snatched the condom off, said, "Daddy, you can enjoy it now"

Bad bitches all I fuck with 'cause I'm top tier

New bitch after bitch, I got picks, it don't stop here

We just slid they block twice, no, them niggas not there

Tried to sweep they whole block, my Tinys brought the mop here

[Chorus: X4]

I'm a trophy, so they label me a joint (FBEAT go crazy)

And I got aim, I'm on point

Hmm, let's go slide through to prove our point

I'm a starter, so I scored the most points

Niggas fuckin' with the pigs, I hear the oink (FBEAT producin' all the heat)

I ain't fuckin' with no bitch that ain't got no coins

I can't do no song with him, he ain't no joint

I can't catch no cases with him, he probably point