Alright, Alright
Yeah
One take for real
I'm cutting this one
Straight up
Hey, Hey

I gave you props
You gave me nothing
I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it
Shorty be a thot
And you know the butt big
But do I trust it
Aye, do I trust it

I'm posted up in that Blue Velour
Feel like I've been here before
I don't fuck with your old shit
Hate the new more
Don't do more
Dont do that
Young Fel gone hood rat
Bread in my bookbag since bringing these books back
And Ima' touch it don't look
Seen too much, I be shook
Take a shot of that uhh
Fuck with Trey cause he hood
Get the paper, that wood
She a virgin, I'm good
Trying to write my own story
Like some day, yeah some day
When the sky ain't so stormy
And the plane can leave the runway
Now everybody got it all wrong
I'm the one writin' these songs
We don't get along
If you in the green room, takin' pics with your phone
Tryna' act like my mom
Seen the whole world, I ain't even 21
Still sip Don Perignon, wit' that strong, uh
Praise to my god
And I'm gone
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You gave me nothing
I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it
Shorty be a thot
And you know the butt big
But do I trust it
Aye, do I trust it