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[Verse]
Nigga, miss me with that 7-1-5 shit you recycled two years ago
Keep that karaoke shit, I yearn for that original
Knick-knack, paddy-whack, my nigga
Go get Matt a bone
Can't affiliate with bitches
Got respect, go get your own
'Cause he don't respect the hustle, went against my protocol
Trizzy Trae, I'm chasing dreams
He chasin' hoes and alcohol
Fucking cokeheads and super-seniors up in the campus stalls
Your 15 minutes is over, welcome to your curtain call
I still ain't got no patience for these niggas
Ain't you proud of me?
Lowkey thought you bodied me,
You can't body prodigies
Heard that you was mocking me
You're just-just a mockery
Gran Torino, I pull out that 9, fuck off my property
Too good for these chickens
I got beef, what's the problem, B?
Got your bitch to text me
You was pussy, you was dodging me
Tried to keep it chill
Let you live, I was professional
But now you got the balls?
Damn, I thought you had one testicle?
On that graveyard shift
Dead body, I'ma carry ya
Talkin' groundwork
Got the shovel just to bury ya
I'm silent but deadly
Please don't make me cross that barrier
Here's some trivia
Was it herpes or (uhh)?
Try me if you want to
Best believe I got the facts, Matt
Burger buns
Once this song is over, it's a snack wrap
Joking on disorders
Shit was lame, that ain't a clap back
Clack Matt
Trizzy Trae reloaded came to snap back
Your rhymes retarded, bogus bogus
Nigga, just retire
Call me Houdini, hocus pocus
Bitch, I spit that fire
Nobody came to see you Otis
Bitch, I'm David Ruffin
Albino Post Malone
Face built like a English muffin
Please don't come for me unless I do send for you
Call me bitter if you want to,
I just only speak the truth
Since you want the controversy
Trizzy Trae shall give to you
Time to bury six feet under,
Rest in hell, I bury you
D.O.A.
(BeatProd. FORGOTTEN)
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap