TEAR IT DOWN

Yeah, go tell Shrey I'm tryna see her, I'm in Cali now
I told my bro to hold my heater, he almost ran me down
If I do a mission with you, then you family now
My broski keep that blicka-blicka, he tryna air it out
Air it out
lil Trippy, that's a scary sound
You say lil Trippy, ain't a king, then why he wear a crown
you say lil Trippy, ain't got rings, I just don't wear them out
Pull up to your show and I might tear it down

I'm smokin' on opps, them niggas very loud
Yeah, but I won't trust no nigga, I won't trust no bitch
I won't trust my brother, not my cousin
I ain't trustin' shit, it's 7.62s rippin' through his body
I ain't fuckin' miss
And I won't sign no deal under a hundred or five hundred bricks

I'm like, damn, hoe
Step on shit in shell-toes
Go free my big brother
Heard him steppin' through the jail phone
This 808 got kick, I know you heard it in your headphones
Fasho

(I think if you lived in my city, you'd be like the only person that I would be with
Because, like, nobody else would matter to me
Like, if you were there by my side and I had you there, like, as an option)

Yeah, go tell Shrey I'm tryna see her, I'm in Cali now
I told my bro to hold my heater, he almost ran me down
If I do a mission with you, then you family now
My broski keep that blicka-blicka, he tryna air it out