Letras

[Verse 1]
(Trauma Tone)
[Verse 2]
Let's go (Zaytoven)
Put you on that crypto shit three years ago
Heard his shit is streamed a lot, but really I ain't feel it though
Hit my plug and told him I ran out, he need to send some more
My young **** bloodthirsty, they just wanna shoot and drill some more
He ain't got no common sense, he green, he need to live some more
He ain't got no muscles, he too weak, he need to lift some more
After reading Samson and Delilah I can't trust a hoe
Yeah, these prices high, but this shit strong, I won't adjust 'em, no
[Verse 3]
Think about your kids when we got smoke, that thеy gon' miss they father
Major labels blowing up my phonеs, I keep rejecting offers
Italian frosted, got the Benz, we just met up at Carrabba's
Feds sending snitches at me, we just call 'em secret shoppers
Hit my partners on the phone and told 'em all to tighten up
Go and get some money, put some work in, ****, wisen up
I just went and got a bustdown Patek, had to brighten up
Ain't no more size-13 Diors in the store, I bought 'em up
We gon' make examples out of **** who don't pay us back
Merchants love my plastics 'cause they know they never charging back
Sent my lil vibe to the store, she brought me fifty vegan wraps
Everybody plant-based in this hoe, this here a vegan trap
He ain't independent, I'd rather feature with his CEO
Just to catch some plays I went and cashed out on a GTO
It's too much money in circulation, what the fuck you sleeping for?
If you ain't taking care of your kids, then what the fuck you breathing for?
If she don't fuck me extra good, then what the fuck I need her for?
She kept getting on my nerves, so I had to let her go
Told her, "You look better when you natural, go on and rock the 'fro"
If you circle, then it's love, you know your prices extra low
Let's go
[Verse 4]
Put you on that crypto shit three years ago
Heard his shit is streamed a lot, but really I ain't feel it though
Hit my plug and told him I ran out, he need to send some more
My young **** bloodthirsty, they just wanna shoot and drill some more
He ain't got no common sense, he green, he need to live some more
He ain't got no muscles, he too weak, he need to lift some more
After reading Samson and Delilah, I can't trust a hoe
Yeah, these prices high, but this shit strong, I won't adjust 'em, no
Written by: Tysen Jay Bolding
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