Trance
Fuck up the best (uh yeah)
I cannot rest (uh yeah)
I cannot flex (uh yeah)
'Cause I gotta go, yeah, I gotta blow off
All of this stress (uh yeah)
Jumpin' on jets (uh yeah)
I got a trip yeah I got a flight, I hop in the Benz (yeah)
Count all my bands (what)
I go to a party with all of these shawties
I'm hittin' my dance (what)
My Rollie ain't rolling 'cause it is so frozen
Can't give it a chance (yeah)
My choppa go (too too) while you're watching Hulu
With all of your friends (yeah)
Leave him in a trance
Don't look at my old songs, that is the past
Look at my new songs, that is the future
I just dropped a song, I just made a bag
And I gave about like half to my shooter
I got a new bitch, she look for the stash
You wanna find that you gon' need a tutor like
I got the stones I think I should snap
'Cause half of my bitches are just way cuter like
I got the money now he wanna go
He dead from the brain we call that guy slow
Kids on her face so we call her a ghost
My money be flippin' I'm gettin' that dough
My shooters like lions they king of the streets
Money be flippin' I do it repeat (repeat)
You know I'ma make it's a guarantee
So I just be stacking and stacking this green
Pull out my cheddar I'm spending this cheddar
I'm making these hits and you know that I'm better
Momma gettin' mad at me got a bad letter
Don't let him talk at you he just tryna be clever
I'm moving to buildings, movin' to the top
21 bands I'm makin' alot (graa, graa)
Money in the safe we got it on lock
Chain straight from the Helens I got me some rocks
Gang shit in the lobby I heard—
Can't stop from talking cause a stain on a shirt
He is my homie I give him a verse
When I blow up you gon' hear skrrt skrrt
White shirt on Ridin' up in the dirt
Final ingredient now it is purple
Shit goin' down for real (for real)
Fuck up the best (uh yeah)
I cannot rest (uh yeah)
I cannot flex (uh yeah)
'Cause I gotta go, yeah, I gotta blow off
All of this stress (uh yeah)
Jumpin' on jets (uh yeah)
I got a trip yeah I got a flight, I hop in the Benz
Count all my bands
I go to a party with all of these shawties
I'm hittin' my dance (graa, graa)
My Rollie ain't rolling 'cause it is so frozen
Can't give it a chance (yeah, yeah)
My choppa go (too too) while you're watching Hulu
With all of your friends
Leave him in a trance
I cannot rest (uh yeah)
I cannot flex (uh yeah)
'Cause I gotta go, yeah, I gotta blow off
All of this stress (uh yeah)
Jumpin' on jets (uh yeah)
I got a trip yeah I got a flight, I hop in the Benz (yeah)
Count all my bands (what)
I go to a party with all of these shawties
I'm hittin' my dance (what)
My Rollie ain't rolling 'cause it is so frozen
Can't give it a chance (yeah)
My choppa go (too too) while you're watching Hulu
With all of your friends (yeah)
Leave him in a trance
Don't look at my old songs, that is the past
Look at my new songs, that is the future
I just dropped a song, I just made a bag
And I gave about like half to my shooter
I got a new bitch, she look for the stash
You wanna find that you gon' need a tutor like
I got the stones I think I should snap
'Cause half of my bitches are just way cuter like
I got the money now he wanna go
He dead from the brain we call that guy slow
Kids on her face so we call her a ghost
My money be flippin' I'm gettin' that dough
My shooters like lions they king of the streets
Money be flippin' I do it repeat (repeat)
You know I'ma make it's a guarantee
So I just be stacking and stacking this green
Pull out my cheddar I'm spending this cheddar
I'm making these hits and you know that I'm better
Momma gettin' mad at me got a bad letter
Don't let him talk at you he just tryna be clever
I'm moving to buildings, movin' to the top
21 bands I'm makin' alot (graa, graa)
Money in the safe we got it on lock
Chain straight from the Helens I got me some rocks
Gang shit in the lobby I heard—
Can't stop from talking cause a stain on a shirt
He is my homie I give him a verse
When I blow up you gon' hear skrrt skrrt
White shirt on Ridin' up in the dirt
Final ingredient now it is purple
Shit goin' down for real (for real)
Fuck up the best (uh yeah)
I cannot rest (uh yeah)
I cannot flex (uh yeah)
'Cause I gotta go, yeah, I gotta blow off
All of this stress (uh yeah)
Jumpin' on jets (uh yeah)
I got a trip yeah I got a flight, I hop in the Benz
Count all my bands
I go to a party with all of these shawties
I'm hittin' my dance (graa, graa)
My Rollie ain't rolling 'cause it is so frozen
Can't give it a chance (yeah, yeah)
My choppa go (too too) while you're watching Hulu
With all of your friends
Leave him in a trance
Credits
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