Troncic, Troncic, Troncic (Yo, Pi´erre, you wanna come out here?) Troncic, Troncic
They like, "Tron, what happened? Shit, we missed the OG" That 21 run was different, how you let ´em clone you? Spittin´ crack in the booth, I hand-to-hand through ProTools Dominatin´ like I´m Shaq, Phil Jack´ in ´02 A-Tron barks still, Beanski brother moves on TYB, Weebay, hoppin´ out that tooled up Kevin Gates ain´t on shit, what the fuck is two phones? The way the MPX spit, you would think its tooth gone Lavender and gray, TRX, it look like Aerodactyl Fiends tossin´ needles anywhere, I wouldn´t wear no sandals Just bought at Costcos, we ain´t finna share no samples
Don´t try and follow my steps, I´m a rare example Foot swingin´ stick, that´s a point, Stan Musial Commander crackin´ head, boy, you just a bamboozle Where the fuck´s your V? You always say your man´s usin´ Had to kick him off the team, every play he half-ruined it Bitch actin´ like she won a Oscar, that´s just Too Doody Died for some booty, SMH, that´s just coochie Why she think I woke up with a woodpecker? That´s the toolie We had dumped his body off Splitter Drive, that´s the boonies Cudi slimier than putty, turned to opp-ass capuzzi Slidin´ ´round with my Migos and our hoes Bad and Bougie
I´m sick ´cause mice out here spillin´ sauce, Ratatoullie We a checkmate tonight, it´s only right to jack it, Louie Foon found Boone Binker ridin´ Cali with the buggy The worst thang on the road is when the Navi´ get to buggin´ Never ever could I lack, I´m in the Caddy with a hunnid My lil´ woadie in here sleep off three Xannies, Rodney Stuckey Please stop it with the slim thick if your body pudgy Dueled up with Andre Drummond, he ain´t got no money No matter what the jury tell Unky, only God can judge you
Dog$hit Militia, hit the telegram to cop a puppy VVs, they on Teletubby, call me Tinky Winky Turkey bag terrorists, I´m rollin´ up some stinky inky If it ain´t about the money, I hear, "Neeny, neeny" Long list scammin´, lil´ Chris, I know you see me-me-me You cannot complete the dub without your teammates If I had to rate your lifestyle, it´s a D-grade (Failure) You gon´ raise your son to be a bitch, D-Wade Why you pop out rockin´ that fit, WTH? Feel like the Tin Man, I spent a dub on CH With the Mousetiger, skee and Reezy thuggin´ PA It´s the Militia, we might slide a hunnid elates They keep on gettin´ loud, I had to tell my blunt to behave
Hey, bro Where the fuck the album at, man? Come on It´s been damn near five months, bro, we´re waiting Hey, fuck around and drop it, 7:07 a.m. on some Luka shit, I don´t know, bro Please drop it tomorrow
ShittyBoyz
He spent his last on that denim Tears, I hear his pockets cryin´ Jalen Green, Reese Shepard, you see rockets flyin´ Take nine in the trench coat, but I ain´t Columbin´
Lil´ brodie finna blow up like a bomb inside ´em It´s a dirty game, fuck the rules, they disqualify me OT for ´bout seven days, I´m on Quanny time Amiri patch of Scottish, walk-in on my Roddy Piper All that bein´ in the gym first, that´s what got him higher All that gettin´ over comfortable, beatin´, got him fired Once upon a time, they had the sauce, that shit got expired I ain´t talkin´ ´bout no golf clubs, but we got some drivers We got some water, got some earth, shit, we got some fire I leave you in the wind, you get out of Paris When hams ask to strain, I just say anything that sounds exotic
On Y.O., me, 40, MJ, Fat Feds The hood bullyin´, me gettin´ treated like the fat kid (Korn) When I got a slab, it ain´t no baby back ribs You ain´t smokin´ fuckin´ Zaga Zod, pussy, that´s catnip Blood, fuss, lit in SCO 3, that´s a hat trick Worry ´bout me, you need a pack of Mighty Pats (Man) Worry ´bout me, you need a stack of ninety ChapSticks
Shitty boys, Dog$hit Militia Long Live $cam, R.I.P. Chris You hips good? Ayy Troncic, Troncic
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