[Intro]

Trauma Tone

Ayy

[Chorus]

Ayy, what the fuck them niggas deep for?

If I call my people, they'll be deceased though

Young nigga got reach, and I ain't even reach though

And I got a blonde bad bitch with that beach house

And I got the old cougar bitch with the teeth out, I'm playin'

That'd be some crazy ass neck, I'm just sayin'

If rap bitch got a crazy ass check out my mans

I demand an icy ass mess out these bands

[Verse]

She gon' make it sloppy, huh, all I want is sloppy, huh

All she want is solid, huh, she don't know nobody, huh

She don't know her daddy, huh, guess who she call Daddy? Huh

That young nigga that stretch the work out long like Laffy Taffys

That young nigga that got the trap, steal sauce like Krabby Pattys

You know we flip it, acrobatics, gymnastics for satisfaction

You know that Draco automatic, look nasty, it's good for fashion, yeah

Got a big old mansion, flat action in Calabasas, yeah

Banana, bana, bana, bo-bana, that's how I hit your girl

My Arab wrapped his head like Nick Cannon, we 'bout to kill the world

You know I am not 'bout to serve you, the nerve of you

To pull up on my curb, I should murder you, I'm word of you, huh

Put your auntie on my payroll, veteran prostitute, huh

Unc', he like Vince Carter with that bitch, veterans gotta shoot, huh

Get a pop, drop a deuce, get a chop, drop an opp, count my blessings

Exotic Fanta with the Act', straight drop, came right out of Texas

Four-five at his neck, bitch nigga came right out his necklace

Checkin' these bitch ass niggas only thing on my checklist

I'm off a five to the face right now, won't let the PO test me

Strapped like Cleo, ready, set it off, don't need no setting

Pop Percs, don't do no 'Cedrins

Won't entertain these niggas, ain't Cedric

Four chains, no weird flex

I just remember when I was depressed

Now I'm here and I'm the best

Henny put the hair on my chest

Fuck a bitch, chair or the steps

Band time real, that's for real

She gon' pull up, help me drip

Any nigga trippin' in the field

Give a fuck how a nigga feel

Lettin' go, smoke me a zip

Don't fuck around with no snitch

Lame nigga close your lips

'Less you wanna talk to my clip

Clip extra large, Charlie Clips

Out here grindin' like Clipse

Happy as hell Blake left the Clippers

All this ice, solar eclipse

Chopper line him up like some clippers

Bitch scratch and sniff like a stick

Chopper change his mood like a Snickers

Roof in the Wraith, Big Dipper

Bitch on my dick, come get her, huh

[Chorus]

Ayy, what the fuck them niggas deep for?

If I call my people, they'll be deceased though

Young nigga got reach, and I ain't even reach though

And I got a blonde bad bitch with that beach house

And I got the old cougar bitch with the teeth out, I'm playin'

That'd be some crazy ass neck, I'm just sayin'

If rap bitch got a crazy ass check out my mans

I demand an icy ass mess out these bands