TDB Tray - WTFYO

This that type of sauce that can't be taught or can't be bought
In you it ain't on you either got it or you don't
Say I caused her pain well baby girl that ain't my fault
How you know the feel to win if you ain't never took no loss
Feel this in my cardiac
I ain't talking heart attack, I don't love the bitch, I fuck the bitch, don't get my heart attached,
I'm gonna make the plays and call the plays, bitch I'm the quarterback,
I know it get lonely at the top I told my mama that
Hood hero Hercules, break her back and hurt her knees,
I just hit bro phone like what you want, bitch I need ten of these,
You can't call my phone like what you want cause bitch that's ten at least,
Rather buy this bitch cause on my momma I don't do good with leases
Tappy tried to call me talking bout that bitch just cut her off,
I ain't talking baby food but homie he been selling soft
After I got booked with all them pills ain't touch a tylenol,
Niggas goofy
Seen him press a Xan and call it Adderall,
I'm just trying to buy the mall, like what the fuck you on
You know I'm still sipping green, that's what the fuck I'm on,
Zaza came right off the tree, that's what the fuck im on
Told Sed I'ma keep it P, that's what the fuck we on,
I'm just trying to buy the mall like what the fuck you on,
You know I'm still sipping green, that's what the fuck I'm on,
Zaza came right off the tree, that's what the fuck I'm on, Told Sed I'ma keep it P, that's what the fuck we on

Written by:
Traveion Bryant

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