TrayQuez - Wildin'

Runnin up a bag
Or she runnin up dat milage
Always in the mall
But could never be my stylist
Came applying pressure
Now they saying that I'm wildin
In it for the better
On the road been putting time in
Grinding any weather
Gotta keep my money piling
Gonna do dis for my moms
No more time to see her crying
Feeling like a fairytale
Like everything is timeless
Does she really love me
Or she fucking for dem diamonds
Runnin up a bag
Or she runnin up dat milage
Always in the mall
But could never be my stylist
Came applying pressure
Now they saying that I'm wildin
In it for the better
On the road been putting time in
Grinding any weather
Gotta keep my money piling
Gonna do dis for my moms
No more time to see her crying
Oh yeah yeah
Naa naa
Been running up a bag
Now yeah
Oh yeah yeah
Running up a
I've been running up a bag
Now yeah
Questions on questions
Don't want nobody next to me
Won't see me going out na
Been working on the better me
Eliminated enemies and elevated mentally
All bout intellectuals
But niggas thinkin sexually
Catch me on the night shift
Money bags under my eyes
Oh he bouta take off
Bouta blow spin the turbine
Blurred lines slowed time
Adolescent in no time
Came up off a slow grind
Hit the trap in the nighttime
With brodie on the come up
My city on the come down
You niggas getting played out
Time to give em some new sound
Hit the strip and crush rounds
New pack bouta touch down
What now flushed how
Got junkies in the trap house
Oh that's a man down
From the bottom in the basement
Had to plan out yeah
(oh yeah)
Man I hope the understand now
It was destined from a child
Had to stand out yeah
(oh yeah)
Feeling like a fairytale
Like everything is timeless
Does she really love me
Or she fucking for dem diamonds
Runnin up a bag
Or she runnin up dat milage
Always in the mall
But could never be my stylist
Came applying pressure
Now they saying that I'm wildin
(Sayin that I'm wildin)
In it for the better
On the road been putting time in
Grinding any weather
Gotta keep my money piling
Gonna do dis for my moms
No more time to see her crying
Yeah..
Woah..
My stylist
That I'm Wildin

Written by:
Ty-Vari Taylor

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