Can't Troll Me

I was the one that these bitches would laugh at, I had to throw on my backpack

Shit got real in the field, only thing that I had was a heart, word to bro I had to stash that

Like where the fuck is my mask at?

Try to stay out of the way but they never had nothing to say ’bout me or could laugh at

Now where the fuck is the Makks at?

Multiple scenes on the **** that’s trolling, they can’t really troll me

Like in a step back, reach for my backpack like swish me a three, **** know they can’t hold me

Like I done walked up on feet, risked it all for the bros that I lost, give a fuck what they told me

Fuck all this rap shit, I need a basket like they don’t want me to bring out that old me

**** be speaking on shit that they really don’t know, like so we out to the Kreeps

How can they troll me? How can they mention my side? I done made **** pick up they feet

Like back to back **** spinning, repeat

No V or the bike, had to walk up on feet

No time for your mask, let’s see a shot right now, better wrap up your face with the tee

Like, like, **** mentioning 46

Over there, where they emptied the full clip

Like, **** got me on that bullshit

The boys in the corner, **** still tryna toss it

Yeah I got low, I was still swinging my shits with the back of my G, would’ve tossed

Any Makk that I seen in a high, word to bro Ima throw on a Makk, **** not with the talking

Like, like, so we out to the O’s

**** be lying, they ducked from the pole

Like, had to throw up a O, then I start banging my G, **** ducking they fro

Shout out the Makk, we could’ve had us a Makk

But it jammed and the **** got low

**** be cap, they really act for the net

We been banging for all of the shows

Like, like, take a trip to the dark

We the ones lettin’ it spark

**** keep trolling, **** keep dropping

We smoking the Jet, this shit hurting they heart

Like, like, **** not with the actin'

Pop started duckin', almsot ducked in a casket

We with the poof, **** not with the tagging

Like, ass shot should’ve been in a basket

Like, everybody keep screaming this, "Get back" shit, we the reason they throw for the Jet

Most of these **** that’s trolling never had touched me, never had banged for they set

Now let's go blitz on a Makk

**** not with the Makkin', we the one blitzing they jets

These **** know how we get

One shot, chest shot, home run, tryna score like the Mets

Like, like, lil bro’s blackin’

Yeah I got hopped, better ask 'em what happened

Banging the G back to back, I’m in fashion

Call up the Ape if you think that I’m capping

Like, that’s a Makk on a bike, we was blackin’

Like, had to back out the G up in Jackson

Like, put the pole to his face, wasn’t jackin’

Cocked it back in his face, **** thought he was Makkin’