TRA$hY

I woke up in Neiman's, I just had a bag, but where did it go (Where is my bag?)
I had to run up a little bit bread, so all my diamond they glow (Sha)
Why do boy talk like he wan' get shot, call up my udda now he gotta go
(Hahahahaha)
I woke up in Neiman's, I just had a bag, but where did it go (Where is my bag?)
I had to run up a little bit bread, so all my diamond they glow (Sha)
Why do boy talk like he wan' get shot, call up my udda now he gotta go

I ride with the realist, I ride with them killers
I pull out my choppa, that shit finna blow
I just be riding with drillas, and fuckin all lame
Flippin' the pack in the low
Brodie was safe for a minute, but now he a lame
I caught a boy stealing my flow
Shawty invitеd me over, I stayed for a littlе bit
But, Bitch I Hadda go
All of my diamond they dancin', I feel like a king (I feel like a king)
All of my bottle be Purple, sippin' that lean (From sippin' that lean)
He wanna talk hot on the net
I catch him in person, he think we a team
Caught a boy lackin', I pull out a Glock and I beam (Hahaha)
Call in my shooters, they handle that boy for free (Eweeeh)
He wanna feature, then hit up my dm, I had to hit him with a fee

I woke up in Neiman's, I just had a bag, but where did it go (Where is my bag?)
I had to run up a little bit bread, so all my diamond they glow (Sha)
Why do boy talk like he wan' get shot, call up my udda now he gotta go

I ride with the realist, I ride with them killers
I pull out my choppa, that shit finna blow
I just be riding with drillas, and fuckin all lame
Flippin' the pack in the low
Brodie was safe for a minute, but now he a lame
I caught a boy stealing my flow
Shawty invited me over, I stayed for a little bit
But, Bitch I Hadda go
All of my diamond they dancin', I feel like a king (I feel like a king)
All of my bottle be Purple, sippin' that lean (From sippin' that lean)
He wanna talk hot on the net
I catch him in person, he think we a team



Credits
Writer(s): Saul F.
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