Okay, Trey. Okay, Trey
We catch your eye, we beat his ass, he's not no Uncle Sam
Nigga, shut the fuck up
I'm tired of niggas spittin' your blood, I'm in here doin' drugs

All niggas say he gonna spit my spot, I guess he ain't get enough
And I'm smokin' fat hoes, I think this shit fuckin' me up
And I been smokin' dead offs, I face off, smokin' my gut
Nigga tried to send a ho to come and kill me, you done me fault

I be smokin' his attic ass, so I don't really get no fault
Catch your eye, don't do no check, we gon' send him up, fuck him up
Bitch, yeah, I'm on that block, this who would give me stuff
Bitch, that nigga tell me he gon' kill me, Lebron, Jimmy Bluffin

Huh, how the fuck he gon' stack all this shit to the neck
You can't be mad, she fuckin' me, she ride it deep, bitch, I'm the best
Legs, I don't hit his chest, I'm a youngin' from the West
We'll eventually tuck that neck, I get in the chase and swerve some shit

I'm steppin' on the page, kill her, I'm a jetty
Catch a mad bitch, bye, we shoot his melee
Almost fuck that bitch, that bitch was kinda smelly
Fuck that popper, bitch, she talk too much, so now she gotta resty

I bought ten, I'm off of perks
Spend a block, then make shit twerk
You on the 4G, party here
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