Millie Bobby Brown (feat. Devoo & Matt Thraxx)

Trap Shit Nigga I be fried as hell Get so fried until I can't see That's to cover up this pain and the jealousy Her angelic frame got me feeling heavenly Can't get her out my brain It's like she put a spell on me I ball on hall of fame Yo bitch ass on rookie I been feeling strange need a Millie Bobby Brown To turn it over, flip that shit upside down My new bitch think I'm funny And my ex think I'm a clown But she still think I'm heaven sent Like Franklin Saint I be rolling with the guys Pearling woods and smoking dank It be hard for you to catch the re I'm D-Rod in the paint And if somebody try to f*ck with us We turn they ass to shake We be trapping shit Try to be like us Well bitch you can't Groupie bitch she want my money Tryna f*ck me for my name And we stay strapped up Always got my mask on feel like bane Pull up in black truck Got on all black to match the paint Got on all black to match the tent That's not my hoe I plead the fifth I spent so much money On this fucking weed more than your rent That goofy nigga think I'm tripping off a tweet Come meet the blick She said all you do is rap and smoke this weed Bitch that's my kit And this switch keep fucking my lungs up Bitch get your bucks up And that bitch she fat as hell She got her tummy tucked Von threw that switch up You know I snag it Like I'm J Jettas Wreaking havoc On the fucking field We keep it real This that trap shit nigga And you know it's real No we don't got deals But it's coming 2025, we running up sacks You know how we bummin