Tekst piosenki
[Chorus x2]
Let a nigga try me, try me
I’m a get his whole mothafuckin’ family
And I ain’t playin wit nobody
Fuck around and I’m a catch a body
[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
Bitch I got the mac or the 40
Turn a bitch to some macaroni
Tell me how you want it I’m on it
I really mean it I’m just not recordin’
Give lil bro the choppa for all you actors
Leave a bitch nigga head in pasta
You are an impostor, ain’t got no money
Put the burner to his tummy, and make it bubbly
I really hate niggas I’m a Nazi
Love wearin’ all black, you should see my closet
Rock that all white, when I’m feelin’ Godly
Hop out like Coke, I ain’t gotta park it
Fuck is y’all saying, bitch my hood love me
48214 real niggas know me
I been out my mind since they killed my cousin
Free my cousin Devin, man he just called me
All these niggas love me, can’t get ’em off me
Fuck around gave him my number, he won’t stop callin’
IBGM the clique bitch you see us scorin’
V.I.P in the plural, while yo section borin’
Got a bitch that set it off like Jada Pinkett, Queen Latifah
You rollin’ around wit yo nieces bitch T.T
Mind full of money, got a heart full of demons
Mobbin’ like Italians, we really take yo fingas
Turn yo face into a pizza, no acne
Have you singin’ like Alicia, fuck wit my family
They be like you little, but got damn she spazzin’
Do the whole crew, my bitches freak nasty
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Daddy got the .40, I got the mac up
Bullets to his face, police call for backup
And just because I rap I still a whack some
Niggas need grammys, they straight actors
Free RondoNumbaNine he just caught a body
RIP to Nuski, my cousin called me
I seen my cousin bleeding I damn near lost it
Thats why I gotta ride through all the opp shit
I don’t do relations so don’t waste it
Bitch like „Send me money” I had to face it
And since my car white they’ll swear I’m racist
She say she freak nasty so I’m on that shit
Niggas snitching here, he’ll get his face lift
Bitch I’m from Chicago where we go ape shit
If we catch a hommie we don’t say shit
Even rappers know we ain’t who to play with
I can’t wife a eater, I just freak her
Pass her to my niggas like a blunt of reefer
30 don’t jam it’s like aquafina
Free my nigga Jam that lil boy a demon
And since I got my deal, I feel important
I live what I rap and just record it
They tried to give me 10 if I didn’t have a lawyer
Niggas out here snitching, they’re straight informers
Try Me! Try Me!
Bullets got his name on it like a ID
Sipping on the lean is like my IV
My crazy life, I feel like YG
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:Dej Loaf]
Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger
Lil Dej ain’t bout it, bitch how you figure
I don’t do no drugs, I be off liquor
So lifted, flyer than yo girl, baby gone and take my picture
See I gotta get this money, my palms itchin’
Niggas gossip like hoes, most of ’em bitches
I don’t wanna do no songs, I don’t wanna kick it
And I ain’t signin’ to no label, bitch I’m independent
@Yung_TraeOKC
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