Trae Young lyrics

[Intro]
Vader Beats
All of these f*ck n*ggas, n*ggas can't smoke with me
n*gga made a diss, but we only know him locally
Ayy, turn that sh*t up, MXTT
Trademark!

[Chorus]
All of these f*ck n*ggas, n*ggas can't smoke with me
n*gga made a diss, but we only know him locally
Make him hokey poke, big chop, yeah totally
Trae Young range, ain't no motherf*ckin' holdin' me
n*gga you illiterate, we don't know you socially
All gassed up, but he only so-so to me
Brodie he pretending, he ain't really who he s'posed to be
Dumb ass jit, roll him up, and smoke the weed, ayy

[Verse]
Ayy, wake up in the mornin', grab my Glock and my Rolls of weed
Cook him in thе [?] , DC workin' with the wizardry
Make the wrong movе, stupid n*gga, meet your misery
Hot in the car with no style, drinkin' Hennessy
Pop in the cut, now that n*gga getting jittery
George get away, got me feelin' like I'm Hillary
He ain't takin' out, we gon' get his ass delivery
Yeah, this is some trap sh*t, ladies and gents
38 baby, it make no sense
Red Robin young, pass that b*tch, she assist
Pop out lil' b*tch got her [?] on my lip
I treat that b*tch like a dog, then I dip
What did he say? He gon' get hit
Boom, boom, boom, clap they ol' ass from they-
I need my money, its really that simple
Pop a [?], and n*gga get popped like a pistol
Bang, n*ggas vanish, my n*ggas gon' triple
Go bezerk on your [?]
She 'bout to (Woo), she gon' pop at the whistle
n*gga stop tryna bite, you cannot get a nibble
Put money on his head and I sit back and get 'em
Go to sleep with my bible, my Henny, and pistol
Hold on, no [?], man that sh*t, she disgusting
She gon' give me that back end, please, no interruptions
We gon' [?], man no top of discussion
[?], lil b*tch, we don't deal with no bluffin'
Baby got ass, got a whole lotta muffin
We just hopped on a jet, they know we up to somethin'
Get it over one time and this b*tch keep stuffin'
Line 'em up, running man, run 'em, we rush
Foul on the play, n*ggas get slayed
Chains 'round my neck, b*tch, I feel like a slave
Dumb, Dumb & Dumber, n*gga you played
Oh, that n*gga a buster, she dating Dave
Not an average Joe, we cannot trade
He played his cards, ace of the spades
And his pops is a b*tch, that's the way that he made
Mask on my face, b*tch, I feel like I'm Bane
b*tch, it's EA the sports 'cause this sh*t in the game
Lil nosey ass ho, n*gga, stay in her lane
You a doggy lil ho, this b*tch need to be trained
Hold on, my- This ØUTLAW the flame
This a Burbon, no, we do not whip round the same
This a big body, b*tch, I can't stay in my lane
If the police pull us over, we gon' whip out the flame (Brr, brr, brr)
[Chorus]
All of these f*ck n*ggas, n*ggas can't smoke with me
n*gga made a diss, but we only know him locally
Make him hokey poke, big chop, yeah totally
Trae Young range, ain't no motherf*ckin' holdin' me
n*gga you illiterate, we don't know you socially
All gassed up, but he only so-so to me
Brodie he pretending, he ain't really who he s'posed to be
Dumb ass jit, roll him up, and smoke the weed, ayy