Dramatic
My right wrist too dramatic
My left wrist AP status
This bitch say I'm super savage
Trap till my bankroll get massive
Lil nigga who you bappin
You used to go to school with the lil baggies
Nigga said he took some from who?
He bappin, nigga this a brand new Louis jacket
Bitch see me like ooh what's happening
This my boat nigga who the captain
Classify this as super talent
But these days niggas don't need talent
These Rick Owens, these not New Balance
Bitch say I need sleep, Ma said I need balance
I'm in the stu like ooh he blackin
Strike first time, keep attacking
Big Ol C4, its a bomb in his jacket
Swervin through traffic
I'm the one drinkin the syrup by the gallon
Too many doors been kicked who countin
300 dumped on the bed who countin?
3 of them shots to your head lose balance
Hellcat, Challenger it ain't no Challenge
Track hawk with me gone climb up a mountain
I was just looking for bitches
With my main bitch scouting
Remember them days I was ducking in bushes
Then god came found me
Wockhardt kus it taste good when I drink it
Shot up the whole clip, wasn't even thinkin
Nigga fuck who you fuck with
They gone have to meet me
My momma just called me said "Trayle you on TV"
They was putting these songs on repeat
Big Ol' Backdoor make this shit look easy
But this shit really easy
I took a pic with the bitch she was smilin and cheesy
All my pockets is filled up with green leaf
All in your dreams like Freddy, you see me
Freddy Krueger would agree with me
It's gonna cost you a dime to come speak with me
I'll take the money, I'm havin JayZ with me
The same young nigga runnin round with the beady beads
I conquered it easily
Flaunting these pieces they hate to be seein me
Pray that my bitch prolly cheat on me
They just want to see you fall some type of way
Not the same as it was when it's back in the day
He just came to the block with a Mac and a K
And he actin suspicious
My right wrist too dramatic
My left wrist AP status
This bitch say I'm super savage
Trap till my bankroll get massive
"Where C4?"
Well who was askin?
I kick door, they tryin catch me
I can't ever 6ix 9ine Tekashi
Got all my chips for the cashin
My left wrist AP status
This bitch say I'm super savage
Trap till my bankroll get massive
Lil nigga who you bappin
You used to go to school with the lil baggies
Nigga said he took some from who?
He bappin, nigga this a brand new Louis jacket
Bitch see me like ooh what's happening
This my boat nigga who the captain
Classify this as super talent
But these days niggas don't need talent
These Rick Owens, these not New Balance
Bitch say I need sleep, Ma said I need balance
I'm in the stu like ooh he blackin
Strike first time, keep attacking
Big Ol C4, its a bomb in his jacket
Swervin through traffic
I'm the one drinkin the syrup by the gallon
Too many doors been kicked who countin
300 dumped on the bed who countin?
3 of them shots to your head lose balance
Hellcat, Challenger it ain't no Challenge
Track hawk with me gone climb up a mountain
I was just looking for bitches
With my main bitch scouting
Remember them days I was ducking in bushes
Then god came found me
Wockhardt kus it taste good when I drink it
Shot up the whole clip, wasn't even thinkin
Nigga fuck who you fuck with
They gone have to meet me
My momma just called me said "Trayle you on TV"
They was putting these songs on repeat
Big Ol' Backdoor make this shit look easy
But this shit really easy
I took a pic with the bitch she was smilin and cheesy
All my pockets is filled up with green leaf
All in your dreams like Freddy, you see me
Freddy Krueger would agree with me
It's gonna cost you a dime to come speak with me
I'll take the money, I'm havin JayZ with me
The same young nigga runnin round with the beady beads
I conquered it easily
Flaunting these pieces they hate to be seein me
Pray that my bitch prolly cheat on me
They just want to see you fall some type of way
Not the same as it was when it's back in the day
He just came to the block with a Mac and a K
And he actin suspicious
My right wrist too dramatic
My left wrist AP status
This bitch say I'm super savage
Trap till my bankroll get massive
"Where C4?"
Well who was askin?
I kick door, they tryin catch me
I can't ever 6ix 9ine Tekashi
Got all my chips for the cashin
Credits
Writer(s): Jonoah Pressley, Michael Bryan, Ernst Schettini, Carl Paul
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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