Peons

Trap Dolla
Double G
Yeah, a lot of ebony
Yeah

These loddies is peons
Flex on this beat just like Deon
Trap Dollars is what we on
I just wanna glow like some neon
I'm drinkin ebony
She tried to take
One of my melodies

Where do I start
Been rippin me apart
I gotta stay sharp
She hit the notes & I string em' like harps
I play my cards, she play her part

They say you hating me
Why you debating me
Foreigns from Forza
They say we awesome
She said we saucing
We do this st often
They ain't official they fake, flooded the face
Rella I'm flooded I open the gate
Chi-cha-chi-chi-cha I'm clearing the place
My ns go ape, covered in bape
He hit the pavement he covered in tape
This is poodae how does it taste
She take a line & her mind start to race
Bones thugs & harmony, I got the armory
We got the drugs like a pharmacy
Four stoves in my kitchen, watch how I whip it
Moving with instinct, you can't overthink it
I keep the pressure, VVS expensive
I see no limit
Money infinity, I own it don't rent it
She said she love me I don't do romance
Can't love a loddie I stick to the plan
I pop a perc I don't do the xans
We ain't the same, we taking aim
Chains on chains got so many layers
Whips on whips got so many flavors
Whips on whips got so many flavors, aye

These loddies is peons
Flex on this beat just like Deon
Trap Dollars is what we on
I just wanna glow like some neon
I'm drinkin ebony
She tried to take
One of my melodies

Where do I start
Been rippin me apart
I gotta stay sharp
She hit the notes & I string em' like harps
I play my cards, she play her part

(Aye)
God in the flesh bh I'm taking all praise
Why this lil loddy acting like she bae
Pulling up on me anytime in broad day
Making her run it up while I call plays
Ball on these ns like I'm playing in the A
Gang in position so you know we getting paid
No I ain't tripping I'm just going through a phase
Barclays front row like I'm Jay
Rich na I just ordered the filet
Tan butter same color what I weigh
Jelly fam how your bh getting laid
Jelly fam how your bh getting laid
Rich na I just ordered the filet
Tan butter same color what I weigh
Jelly fam how your bh getting laid
Jelly fam how your bh getting laid

(Yeah)
We use to hang in the trap, now let's put gang on the map
My homie slanging them packs, I hit the mall up for racks
My bh a gymnast, I make a O & she get the flipping it
I'm getting rich off of pros, I feel like I'm a commissioner
(Yeah yeah)
We use to hang in the trap, now let's put gang on the map
(Yeah yeah)
My homie slanging them packs, I hit the mall up for racks
(Yeah yeah)
My bh a gymnast, I make a O & she get the flipping it
(Yeah yeah)
I'm getting rich off of pros, I feel like I'm a commissioner
(Yeah yeah)

These loddies is peons
Flex on this beat just like Deon
Trap Dollars is what we on
I just wanna glow like some neon
I'm drinkin ebony
She tried to take
One of my melodies

Where do I start
Been rippin me apart
I gotta stay sharp
She hit the notes & I string em' like harps
I play my cards, she play her part



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Writer(s): Dolla Deem, Trap Phone Fetti
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