Burnin´ up your brother´s feet We turned him to a roach, we gon´ need another leaf
My shooter takin´ hits like he halfback TRX was factory, but now it´s matte-black That Cuban that he rockin´ goes onto his belly button Already knowin´ that´s big bro´s, ain´t gotta tell me nothin´ Designer headwrap on, you´d think that I´m Egyptian We make somethin´ out of nothin´, you would think that we magicians I´m withdrawing from the bank, I´m withdrawing from the drank You the type to finally start to run it up, fall on your face They don´t know when I´ma slow down, LBJ (They don´t know when I´ma slow down, LBJ) Boy, that was 2020, please don´t try to sell me Kanyes
Alex Moss, I´m out in NYC like, "Fuck an Eliantte" When the team on your back, it ain´t no room for error Dog a rookie in that mask, yeah, he new to terror Jasmine and Aladdin, flyin´ with my bitch I´m an addict, I got habits, need another sip I need another six, shit, I need another zip Thought cuddy was done trappin´, but he need another brick You gotta know these hoes ready to play another ´script Let me hear it´s up, shit, it´s cool, I see above the rim Tron an orca, can´t relate, these hoes love the shrimp I can put him in position, but it´s up to him to win
How I got a hundred sons? I still ain´t shot the club up, you got a hundred ones You in the club lookin´ dumb, this a honey bun Bein´ broke is a joke, I can´t relate, I´m one-of-one with your lil´ funny butt You the type to have your ear on the grapevine I´m the type to frrt, frrt, past the state lines He noddin´ off a three of Karo, he noddin´ off a three of hit juice, boy, that´s a fake high Shit, I´m quick to leave the function, I can´t stand a fake vibe A fan caught me in the elevator, had to say, "Hi" I ain´t worried ´bout the ´Gram, shit, it´s stack some pape´ time Brodie tryna dodge the K, now his bag in Trey 5s You done took twenty-somethin´ L´s straight, you a Piston
As long as I´m on Earth, at the best, you assistin´ They like, "Tron, you locked in, what the fuck, is you in prison?" Just in October 2023, I blew a ticket Feelin´ like the fuckin´ Matrix, close my eyes, I´m doin´ digits Tryna fit in out of town, I´m strollin´ in the newest Civic Turn that bitch to a snapback, we tryna shoot his fitted Pull up, everybody fah, fah, they don´t know who done hit him R.I.P. lil´ Mauri If you say his name, gon´ hit your block and throw a pistol party Bro was seventeen, up a fifty Play with me, fill my Glock 17 up with sixty
I was underdog, I gotta overdo it Lieutenant Tron on frontline, but got my soldiers shootin´ I was underdog, I gotta overdo it (I was underdog, I gotta overdo it) I be high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high I be high, high, high, high as hell, this ain´t no sober music Dog Shit Militia, bitch, I know you hear the motor barkin´ Akhi pulled up shootin´ at the crowd, ain´t even know the target
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah Prrt Hey
Hey, hey
I was underdog, I gotta overdo it Lieutenant Tron on frontline, but got my soldiers shootin´ I was underdog, I gotta overdo it (I was underdog, I gotta overdo it)
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams, you know?