Young Trelle - Sherman, Pt. 2

Ima light the city on fire like Sherman
Two phones on me, one no service
Hot young nigga like I came out the furnace
Smoke on me but ain't shit burning
I'm too sick go call the nurses
I kill shit go grab the surgeon
They like boy I see you working
Nigga I barely scratched the surface
Ain't no Hoodrich Pablo, money follow me where I go
Smoking on Gelato riding 'round swerving potholes
I got different hoes, area codes, that stay in different time zones
Nigga been ducking 12 I be damn if I die by 5-0
She say how big is it, she curious
Told her Ima fuck you good, period
Spread her legs like some scissors
She like girls too yea she scissor
I'm on Hen I'm a lil slizzard
Took her out to eat got the pussy for the dessert
I ain't even tell nobody I hit her
But I'm the reason she got a lil thicker (Oou)
Money done got a lil thicker
Once you got money it come a lil quicker (Oou)
I took a look in the mirror
Lil nigga still but I got a lil bigger
They don't even know that I ride with the steel
And I don't even gotta steal
I got the hood in me still
They don't even know that I came from the Hill
All black everything, they might think I'm racist or something
I need everything, yea bitch we came here with nothin'
Bitch we came here with nothin'
I ain't playing put all that shit in the bag fuck that
Smoking that gas pack
Lungs black might have an asthma attack
Bitch we deep in the club
All my niggas, I ain't even join no frat
Why your pants sag
One cause the strap, two cause I got that gat
You don't want no problems with that
Amazon turn that boy to a pack
Right now fuck the opps
We pulling up on cops if this don't stop
Make they body rock
Aim it at they top until they drop
Ima light the city on fire until they feel this shit
We burning everything down, tell them crackers rebuild this shit
Ima light the city on fire like Sherman
Two phones on me, one no service
Hot young nigga like I came out the furnace
Smoke on me but ain't shit burning
I'm too sick go call the nurses
I kill shit go grab the surgeon
They like boy I see you working
Nigga I barely scratched the surface
Ain't no Hoodrich Pablo, money follow me where I go
Smoking on Gelato riding 'round swerving potholes
I got different hoes, area codes, that stay in different time zones
Nigga been ducking 12 I be damn if I die by 5-0

Written by:
Rontrelle Bryant

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