Trash

Hop outside the bed, new A.R. extended the mag Leave him dead, oh I'm trash, right I might be wack, I still got my bag right Let's go have a bag fight, go show me a band Coupe so black five%, you can't see in Ridin around inside a range, not no Benz She tryna be my friend, she wanna get in Been the baller, diamond cross around my collar Stand on my money, I'm getting way taller, tall Hate me, lick my, balls Bank know I'm getting money why they call I get what I want when I walk in the mall Racks, in my jeans don't fit Mac, with a beam it kick Fat, boy I know you big Big Mike wack, he so bad, he so trash at it K on my side like it's my girl, it is Every time I think you sold, you did Send him to the Lord, go bye bye AP on the wrist, watch time fly Old girl want me, but that's not mine Ya dig, purple jeans my fit Chop with a beam, I'm letting it go As soon as I pull up, she want her the bone Exclusive all my clothes Rick Owens on the feet, I feel tall Hop outside the bed New A.R. extended the mag Leave him dead Oh I'm trash right, I might be wack I still got my bag right Let's go have a bag fight