TRUMP

Yo, slide round there on wheels

We're hawking him down like Steve

Huh, I ain't no tattoo artist

Forearm ching man, give him a sleeve

We do not indulge in sexism

Yes, these bullets can rip through weaves

I pray santy buss me with 2 44s like Christmas Eve

Shawty wan face me

And her best mate's got back

Know what they say, practice makes perfect

Lil bro, go test that wap

Backed out a shank

Prolly thought I was scared of the shank

Don't try do Samurai Jack

Then he came back and he said they were sending corn

Course we gon' send that back (Bap! bap!)

How much for the mash? Everyone put 2 in

Then slap 2 in a pump

And the plug just called, now I'm stuck in the White House

Right now I'm feeling like Trump, bitch

My cats keep asking for pics of the crop

But these pics can't go in my insta dump

I just send 'em OT with the pack and put him to work like Sherman Klump

Look, would you still give chat if we come gun blazin'

To the gaff your staying in

Man thought he was a jackboy, went round staining

Till a zk stained him

The T house don't deficit

We ain't cutting down food, man's still weight gaining

And if they play opps songs when the gang's in the cut

Huh, course we gon' cause some mayhem

How much for the mash? I ain't worried bout that

Inflation never affect my batch, huh

Don't get wooshed in your 6 pack

Wear your shin guards when you play this match

You can get flogged, don't reach for my Cuban

I'd rather go jail before my chain gets snatched

Acrylic nails and ASMR

Tell me all the times that your guys been scratched

They ain't gotta ask for a man's CV cah I trapped from block to block

They ain't

And they ain't gotta ask if the weed TT cah it's loud like Jürgen Klopp

Janitor thing, bro came with a hoover

So we're cleaning lots

And Big T just dropped me the stock

Now I see the young boys all setting up shop

How much times have I whipped this Beemer, I've done like a thousand miles

If I check my vault, probably got like a thousand files

They asked if I chose this life, said no like Simon Cowell

Got married to the game, but my fiends still walk down the aisle

How much for the mash? Everyone put 2 in

Then slap 2 in a pump

And the plug just called, now I'm stuck in the White House

Right now I'm feeling like Trump, bitch

My cats keep asking for pics of the crop

But these pics can't go in my insta dump

I just send 'em OT with the pack and put him to work like Sherman Klump

When I got bagged I was pissed at myself

Even Mumzy tried say it weren't me

But she ain't know I was out on the block

And I rolled with the rock, AC/DC, huh

I never banged cc cah you narsay my weed tt

Why would I rob man for his p when I can get that same dough from a fiend

Five man in this Golf, pray feds don't ask for an NCT

The mash cost me and arm and leg, soon man might turn to an amputee

But the ting was bruck and it had more bells than a Christmas tree

I threw my young boy his first 'Rex, said I don't wanna hear 'bout shopping spree

How you garn say we don't drill, been doing up cone to cone

And if you want talk 'bout trap, got keys like xylophone

Told homegirl, "Tone your **** if you wanna back this bone

Cah if you get nailed by me, you gon' need way more than acetone"

Lost one mash but I feel like Charlie I got 1 Xtra fire in the booth

Man do it like AO, beaters get bussed on yutes

I really do click and collect with my youngers

Cah they trust me and I trust me too

I told K1 it's payday

I dropped two o'z to the left of the T like spelling out zoot

Spelling out zoot

Only God knows what's wrong with the yute

And I still sent a few packs round there

O's right to the B like you're tryna spell boo

Bro just said that he let suttin run last night

But it weren't you know who

Said that the shipment came

Now he got the game in a headlock no Von Flue, bitch