Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Woah
Bet they gone duck when they hear the pump
Loadin' up a buck, finna slump a moherf*cker where he stand
Pull up in this bitch wearing Tommy, no vans
I ain't mean no disrespect, I'm just flexin' my bands
See they all get impressed when they give me a chance
The rapper in me tellin' me I need the advance
Ain't nothin' been the same since the money in hand
Now the gang livin' good, bitch we gettin' a bag
New sound people never heard of aye
Not affraid to catch a case of murder bitch
Talkin' down on gang, Imma hurt ya woah
If you want beef Imma serve ya
Double fist sword strike, can't trust a hoe type
Showin' love now but you was hatin' me the whole time
Got a car like me, only difference is I own mine
Your diamonds lookin' low tide, them bitches got no shine
Sauce on me drippin' like a bitch
Ultraviolet got these hoes lit
PT was a miss, I admit
Rappin' 'bout them xans, called it quits now I'm on to bigger shit, see you hatin' like a bitch
Baphomet goat head, runnin' through your homestead, leavin' all you hoes dead
Canine gold fang, ice for the whole gang
Doge Challanger, got the bitch painted cocaine
Run it, run it like I'm stealin' aye
Stack the money to the ceilin' yuh
Your shit weak, it not appealin' huh
I am the thing you been seakin' aye
Cordon bleu is what I'm eating, silver platter for my feedin'
Demons be preaching my tales of acheiving a win on my foes
Give 'em a beatin' that leave 'em all bleedin'
Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
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Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Woah
Bet they gone duck when they hear the pump
Loadin' up a buck, finna slump a moherf*cker where he stand
Pull up in this bitch wearing Tommy, no vans
I ain't mean no disrespect, I'm just flexin' my bands
See they all get impressed when they give me a chance
The rapper in me tellin' me I need the advance
Ain't nothin' been the same since the money in hand
Now the gang livin' good, bitch we gettin' a bag
New sound people never heard of aye
Not affraid to catch a case of murder bitch
Talkin' down on gang, Imma hurt ya woah
If you want beef Imma serve ya
Double fist sword strike, can't trust a hoe type
Showin' love now but you was hatin' me the whole time
Got a car like me, only difference is I own mine
Your diamonds lookin' low tide, them bitches got no shine
Sauce on me drippin' like a bitch
Ultraviolet got these hoes lit
PT was a miss, I admit
Rappin' 'bout them xans, called it quits now I'm on to bigger shit, see you hatin' like a bitch
Baphomet goat head, runnin' through your homestead, leavin' all you hoes dead
Canine gold fang, ice for the whole gang
Doge Challanger, got the bitch painted cocaine
Run it, run it like I'm stealin' aye
Stack the money to the ceilin' yuh
Your shit weak, it not appealin' huh
I am the thing you been seakin' aye
Cordon bleu is what I'm eating, silver platter for my feedin'
Demons be preaching my tales of acheiving a win on my foes
Give 'em a beatin' that leave 'em all bleedin'
Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Woah
Bet they gone duck when they hear the pump
Loadin' up a buck, finna slump a moherf*cker where he stand
Pull up in this bitch wearing Tommy, no vans
I ain't mean no disrespect, I'm just flexin' my bands
See they all get impressed when they give me a chance
The rapper in me tellin' me I need the advance
Ain't nothin' been the same since the money in hand
Now the gang livin' good, bitch we gettin' a bag
New sound people never heard of aye
Not affraid to catch a case of murder bitch
Talkin' down on gang, Imma hurt ya woah
If you want beef Imma serve ya
Double fist sword strike, can't trust a hoe type
Showin' love now but you was hatin' me the whole time
Got a car like me, only difference is I own mine
Your diamonds lookin' low tide, them bitches got no shine
Sauce on me drippin' like a bitch
Ultraviolet got these hoes lit
PT was a miss, I admit
Rappin' 'bout them xans, called it quits now I'm on to bigger shit, see you hatin' like a bitch
Baphomet goat head, runnin' through your homestead, leavin' all you hoes dead
Canine gold fang, ice for the whole gang
Doge Challanger, got the bitch painted cocaine
Run it, run it like I'm stealin' aye
Stack the money to the ceilin' yuh
Your shit weak, it not appealin' huh
I am the thing you been seakin' aye
Cordon bleu is what I'm eating, silver platter for my feedin'
Demons be preaching my tales of acheiving a win on my foes
Give 'em a beatin' that leave 'em all bleedin'
Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Trapped and alone, don't call up my phone
I ain't comin' home 'till my kingdom like Rome
Can't no clone take seat on my throne
Pussy boy wanna scrap, break him down to the bone
Woah
Wonder why they f*ckin' with the crew
That ain't no smart shit, show 'em what that metal do
Woah
Mac 11 tucked in the trunk 'cause these f*ck boys talkin' real tuff but they punks
Writer: Alec Gomez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid