Troops

Black suits (black suits)
Hop in on a coupe (gang gang)
Drank the juice (drank the juice)
Ride wit the troops (rideeeee)

I'm having some evil thoughts in my head
Poured some syrup, my eyeballs is fadin' away

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I'm going to places you cannot (you cannot)
Dark roads you can barely go stride (go stride)
I'm sounding mainstream, I ain't got no doubts

I do own my soul and this is a fact
I'm not no leecher, I do live by my pen
I cannot look up to these niggas, they're fake
I'm outstanding in fact, they think I just want the fame

Black suits (black suits)
Hop in on a coupe (gang gang)
Drank the juice (drank the juice)
Ride wit the troops (rideeeee)

I'm having some evil thoughts in my head
Poured some syrup, my eyeballs is fadin' away

Yeahhhh
We came out of the trenches and we're settin' the trend
I'm ridin' wit the troops and I'm stashing my cash
We pull up to the kitchen
I call up GR4TX and he brought the pans
Aino didn't snitch when he got detained



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Writer(s): Trevor Cee
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