Tray Bndo - Goin through It

I was going through it, I was going through it, going through it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When you had called me, I ain't answer, I was going through it, I'm sorry, what if it
Was urgent? What if you was hurting? She must think I'm lil baby, say she want some Birkins
Baby, I ain't got no Birkins, I just got some work in. I heard your ex had did you dirt
I'm finna do you worser . I stopped liking that hoe pics when I seen her in person. I try
To break up with my bitch, my phone unlocked on purpose. And I keep one up in the chamber
Please don't make me nervous. I let a nigga that I love, tote my shhh.., he snuck it. So why
He in the county telling niggas that he took it? That's petty shit, I had just one and got some
Better guns. I had this symbol on my neck, I'm trying to tell you something. I'm speaking to
The universe like I'm an alien. It's time to run this paper up, let's touch a honey bun. Can't let
Them overlap me twice when it's a money run. She trying to get a baby out me, so her tummy jumping
They think I just walked out of Neiman's, I'm suited up. Bitch, I'm dope, so if you want
Come and shoot it up. This ain't the Jefferson's, but bitch, you know we moving up. I feel like
Sosa 2012, I'm hurt, but you can't probably tell. Always wanted Cartier's, this might be my
Carti Year. Break the G down, leave the stem like J&B, I need an M. They hate to see me win, I win
A chip and leave the game like Tim. Pretty features, pretty face, good hair, she like where the lace
Linking bitches, how the fuck you think we knowing where he stay? We come through and clean that shit
Up, boy, we think we CNA's . Got that dog in me, but ain't no bitch inside my DNA. She told her friends
I tried to bag her when I only like a pic . Stinking ass bitch, she act like I don't got the
Right to pick. Them boys was writing statements, I was writing me a 1-6. Cried when Megga died
But I know that's just what it come with. I disappoint myself when I be out here on that
Dumb shit. Phone on DND, check. Heart on R.I.P., check. Chopa N.L.E., chocolate bitch from L.I.B
Check. I was selling nicks, five dollar bingy bags to get it gone. Now I'm on the road, I got
This brick and I'm trying to make it home. I been had a name where I was from, I need to make it
Known. Go global like I'm GBE, I'm sober when I'm in the streets. I told them I'ma feed the streets
Told them but they can't believe. I feel like I'm a dying breed, don't drown me while I'm trying
To breathe. You found me somewhere underneath, that's what had embarrassed me. Cause I know I'm
Top tier, and it shouldn't stop here. Every time my sister see me rapping, she gon' press share
Talk to me right, I only heard you in my left ear. That's because the gas in my pocket too loud
Thinking it's a game till you hear that boom sound. And it's funny how that hot shit make
A nigga cool down. Forgiato wheels, skirt off, make a cool sound. She been on my phone like you
Never text back. Duh bitch, can't you see I want my ex back. Sike , I was just talking on track
Mind your fucking business, don't be worried bout that. We been getting chicken, we ain't raising
No rats . Once you lose your heart, that shit'll never grow back. I thought folks was trying to
line me cause he left the door cracked. You gon' step or you gon' let them treat you like a doormat
Put it in her butt, she said it make it more fat. I was trying to make a buck before I made some
Tracks. Put some money on your head, but it is no Dior hat. You know it rain when niggas die
My niggas change the forecast. I don't fuck with jail, it make me hate the color orange
Soon as the cops get behind me, I get instantly annoyed. If I was in that track
Hawk, I would've made that bitch roar. It's only right I shit on niggas, I was always piss poor
You trying to eat with me, my nigga hit my discord. Missing all my bitches, ain't got
Nothing on me, missing cash. Dismissing what's her name, she expecting me to kiss her ass
This one nigga, you know when I see him, he won't get a pass
Know when I see him, he won't get a pass, so I don't need no pass neither
Yeah, I got this Glock on me and it's a real ass beater BOUAH

Written by:
Travon Abrams

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