Yung Perry
These hoes try too hard
All that bitch ass hating
And you still don't got no award
Baby the trap is a sport
These n***s plotting on us
I'm with young Perry all day
We spending the cash and
Kicking ya hoe
She with whatever she wanna get put on
Put on with us
Me and my n***s be hush
You n***s hit and go tell in a rush
That's why the sexy mamas stay with us
Ain't bout the money
It's more bout the swag
I got it on me
You n***s saying these girls ain't loyal
But we got some baddies
They play for the team
And they understand the role
Cause round here we playing for keeps
Leelo I'm harder than ever
I'm whipping the Kia
Like it was a jeep
My family get smaller and smaller
But still need a whole lotta money To feed
Cause all of my n***s they big
Yeah all of my n***s they wild
They want all the smoke
They packing the cigs
Was obeying the rules going broke
Took a shit on the law
And got rich
And the tell me that's just how it is
I'm controlling the money
I'm fixed
Told my bro put me on I got bills to pay
He did
Now look what I'm on
Had to stay down
For a long while
Now the hottest n***s in the zone
These hoes try too hard
All that bitch ass hating
And you still don't got no award
Baby the trap is a sport
These n***s plotting on us
I'm with young Perry all day
We spending the cash and
kicking ya hoe
She with whatever she wanna get put on
Put on who
Put on with us
She talking bout trust
I'm thinking bout calling her bluff
If I put this hoe in the group chat
Then she know she get put on the roster
Why she talking crazy on the bat line
Put a fork in the hoe like she pasta
I done told her
Don't play with my honor
I keep it 100
I keep it fasho
And these n***s try cloning the swag
But don't got the heart
They really fa show
F**k it if we done got a reputation
Feel like the greatest rapper in the nation
F**k it the greatest in the generation
If you wanna go
We get it back to basics
I'm with the digits digits
Mr. Spacely
Yeah In my hotel room
Shorty came back From the club with her friend
Me and my bro ran a two
These hoes try too hard
All that bitch ass hating
And you still don't got no award
Baby the trap is a sport
These n***s plotting on us
I'm with young Perry all day
We spending the cash and
Kicking ya hoe
She with whatever she wanna get put on
All that bitch ass hating
And you still don't got no award
Baby the trap is a sport
These n***s plotting on us
I'm with young Perry all day
We spending the cash and
Kicking ya hoe
She with whatever she wanna get put on
Put on with us
Me and my n***s be hush
You n***s hit and go tell in a rush
That's why the sexy mamas stay with us
Ain't bout the money
It's more bout the swag
I got it on me
You n***s saying these girls ain't loyal
But we got some baddies
They play for the team
And they understand the role
Cause round here we playing for keeps
Leelo I'm harder than ever
I'm whipping the Kia
Like it was a jeep
My family get smaller and smaller
But still need a whole lotta money To feed
Cause all of my n***s they big
Yeah all of my n***s they wild
They want all the smoke
They packing the cigs
Was obeying the rules going broke
Took a shit on the law
And got rich
And the tell me that's just how it is
I'm controlling the money
I'm fixed
Told my bro put me on I got bills to pay
He did
Now look what I'm on
Had to stay down
For a long while
Now the hottest n***s in the zone
These hoes try too hard
All that bitch ass hating
And you still don't got no award
Baby the trap is a sport
These n***s plotting on us
I'm with young Perry all day
We spending the cash and
kicking ya hoe
She with whatever she wanna get put on
Put on who
Put on with us
She talking bout trust
I'm thinking bout calling her bluff
If I put this hoe in the group chat
Then she know she get put on the roster
Why she talking crazy on the bat line
Put a fork in the hoe like she pasta
I done told her
Don't play with my honor
I keep it 100
I keep it fasho
And these n***s try cloning the swag
But don't got the heart
They really fa show
F**k it if we done got a reputation
Feel like the greatest rapper in the nation
F**k it the greatest in the generation
If you wanna go
We get it back to basics
I'm with the digits digits
Mr. Spacely
Yeah In my hotel room
Shorty came back From the club with her friend
Me and my bro ran a two
These hoes try too hard
All that bitch ass hating
And you still don't got no award
Baby the trap is a sport
These n***s plotting on us
I'm with young Perry all day
We spending the cash and
Kicking ya hoe
She with whatever she wanna get put on
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Writer(s): Jalil Sanni-thomas
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