Uh-huh, huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (June, you're a genius)
Uh-huh, uh, uh

Nigga say I owe him, he better get it in blood
This bitch thicker than mud, me and bro 'nem still thuggin'
Best shit 'round, the lowest ticket in town, the city flooded
Really gettin' money for real, still ain't sell my plug
Jewellery a light show and all my cars come from road show
How you died on me? You 'posed to be here ballin', long live Joe
Kept it solid, you ain't gotta question if I love you, I love you bro
I had to get on what matters the most
I kept it solid, I'm down with that oath
Tryna keep up with me, you gon' go broke
I went from trappin' to rappin', I'm goated
They say I'm done, niggas know not to go there
M on a 'Rari, can make it do donuts
Anywhere I lay my head, it's a dope house
I crank it up, have 'em beatin' the door down
You went against the shit, where you gon' go now?
Straight like a gangsta, I only know one route
Hand on the Bible, these niggas can't fuck with us
She think she me when she drivin' in sport
Real over everything, I'm the enforcer
Lit up the city when I got a torch
I went and got it, I didn't have a choice
I'm from the Dirty, we took this shit north
Step on a bitch, I can't show no remorse
Straight in the streets when I jumped off the porch, yeah

Mrs. Trendsetter, whatever she do, they bite (I like her)
Take her down and then I get up outta there, I'm like a thief in the night
Pink slip gang, we still got strikers
Swiper no swiping, we took that
Niggas ain't gettin' no type get back
Seven hundred K in my bookbag
Mrs. Trendsetter, whatever she do, they bite (I like her)
Take her down and then I get up outta there, I'm like a thief in the night
Pink slip gang, we still got strikers
Swiper no swiping, we took that
Niggas ain't gettin' no type get back
Seven hundred K in my bookbag

Grew up with no cable, my household was unstable
I got power from the neighbors, now 'Rari in the stable
Ran through my first hundred grand, I wish I would've saved it
Now look how this shit played out, a billion grams later
Terrorized the summer, really put it down on that corner
I stayed down, waited on my come up, now it's Rolls Royce for my mama
I bought Trackhawks for my brothers, we done chopped shit with them cutters
Late night pourin' up, gettin' butter, one of one, ain't no other
This shit real life, we known to get it crackin' ain't no postin'
Like a mob boss, we known for standin' on business, Cosa Nostra
Order a hundred bottles, ain't nothin' but drug dealers on these sofas
Shawty bad as hell and got motion, I be bendin' her ass over, yeah

Mrs. Trendsetter, whatever she do, they bite (I like her)
Take her down and then I get up outta there, I'm like a thief in the night
Pink slip gang, we still got strikers
Swiper no swiping, we took that
Niggas ain't gettin' no type get back
Seven hundred K in my bookbag
Mrs. Trendsetter, whatever she do, they bite (I like her)
Take her down and then I get up outta there, I'm like a thief in the night
Pink slip gang, we still got strikers
Swiper no swiping, we took that
Niggas ain't gettin' no type get back
Seven hundred K in my bookbag Writer/s: Dominique Jones, Honolta Bea Bikoi, June James, Zeus Negrete
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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