Troll Me

Come here

Heard niggas been speakin' on my name, sayin' this and that (what?)
Face shot'll crack your head like a baseball bat (come on)
Watch out, shots fired, don't get your baseball smacked (come on)
Huh, huh (watch out)

Don't get it hit, I put choppers in the hood
Told my youngins do a skit (go do somethin')
He got caught, he know he good
He gettin' out 'cause niggas rich (I'ma bond him out)
Niggas rich now (on my mama), uh-huh

Yeah, bond him out
Niggas hidin', keep dissin', we gon' find him out (come on)
Heard the last nigga got caught leavin' his mama house (come on)
Huh, caught him lackin'
This bitch freaky, she eat dick and all you hear is this bitch smackin'
Slap a fully on the forty, turned this bitch to automatic (frrah)
Chase a opp down in my jewelry, residue all on my Patek (shit)

I mean Patek (uh)
This a Cartier on my wrist, I ain't even got it yet (I ain't even cop it)
Up a couple mils, my first deal, I ain't even gotta flex (I ain't even gotta)
7.62s spittin' out that K, look like it's talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
Chopper ain't valet, but this bitch here just made him park his whip (park this shit)
Huh, made him park it, if it's smoke up in the air then we gon' spark it (spark)

Sleazy-ass niggas wrap the shirts, we ain't ever need the shiesty mask (no)
Throw lil' bro a Perc, he pop it, he get on your ass (pop it)
Glizzy gang, first ones in the city that started playin' with them switchy things (grrt)
Took the buttons off, he turned them switches on them glizzy things (frrah-frrah)
We the goats, she eat babies, I put semen down her throat (come on)
Come here, freaky bitch, swallow this dick until you choke, nasty (ooh)
Let me slut her out, she was classy, huh, huh



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Mccoy, Joseph Rob Isaac
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