Trejo's

Set up, set up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Saucy Yeah yeah yeah I fucked these hoes Taha Saucy! Yeah, yeah It was all a set up It was all betrayal Now you got me crazy Feel like Danny Trejo's And you is a dumb bop Yah you is a dumb hoe And you killed my son bitch Wasn't even a day old Now I lay low With a big pole Counting pesos In a Range Rove Baby let that thang go No more dream or cradles No fantasy no fables Can't connect, no cables I roll blunts like kankles Dick you down in angles Hold you by the ankles We can tango Now we tangled Look me in those eyes, those demonic eyes Told me all your lies No surprise, no surprise no Make up sex Hit your high notes, hit your high notes Late night text crying in denial Babe just smile F*ck you, shut your pie-hole, pie-hole Baby let them dice roll, dice roll It was all a set up It was all betrayal Now you got me crazy Feel like Danny Trejo's And you is a dumb bop Yah you is a dumb hoe And you killed my son bitch Wasn't even a day old 24 hours I get paid Still feel lost like I'm in a maze Still feel trapped like I'm in a cage Xannys, Percys, and Phetamines Tryna clean up, find the better me Demons just one step ahead of me Stuck in a hole like some ketamine Hop on the stage with adrenaline It was all set up, set up It was all set up, set up Baby yah I'm fed up, fed up Chasing all this chedda, chedda It was all a set up It was all betrayal Now you got me crazy Feel like Danny Trejo's And you is a dumb bop Yah you is a dumb hoe And you killed my son bitch Wasn't even a day old Xannys make the pain go Then I start to plateau Yah you was an asshole God I miss your asshole Living in my shadow Keep losing these battles Got a silent tip For silient snakes that do not rattle I am never rattled One hand on the wheel Keep the other on the handle I'm the most improved I stay balling like I'm Randle When I go to New York Gotta check in with the bandos Cannot f*ck with randos It was all a set up It was all betrayal Now you got me crazy Feel like Danny Trejo's And you is a dumb bop Yah you is a dumb hoe And you killed son bitch Wasn't even a day old Now I lay low With a big pole Counting pesos In a Range Rove Baby let that thang go No more dream or cradles No fantasy no fables Can't connect, no, no