TDB Tray - Sideways

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Look
Niggas behind me we ready for action
You think that you won all you hear is some clappin
Don't trust a bank it ain't shit that you think
I rather just put all my shit in a mattress
See how you flip it them junkies keep coming
I swear that boy G get it gone like it's magic
74 Chevy stacked high on some forgis
I swear I keep spinning and spinning and spinning
Boy Dropped the Rock Just to pick up a Glock
And I swear this shit here ain't as good as it seem
Don't got no opp
But I promise i pop any nigga
That reach for my neck or my jeans
Call Miss Temeka I ask if it's green
And she say that its green
So you know what that mean
Been in the booth for three days and I can't even sleep
So I just dropped a four of that lean
Patna be ready to rock and he say he wont stop
So I just let him do what he please
Beat that lil hoe from the back but she want get on top
I just want her on top of her knees
when I was younger that money aint grow
But right now it just seems like it's growing on trees
Love for the A I got love for the H
That's why every time you see me I'm throwing up threes
No I won't stop sparin' you niggas no pity
No sympathy here for you niggas
So disrespectful I pull that boy out
and I promise I'll let that boy spit on you niggas
Too quick to claim
watch me change up the game
just to tell you the niggas you with they aint with you
Bitch like the gram let me check out my fit
And then strike me a pose just to take her picture

Written by:
Traveion Bryant

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