Tra - No Trace Lyrics

Take what I want, make no mistakes
Got no complaints, filling the gape, taking the bait (Yeah)
Leaving no trace yeah shoot into space
It's worth the wait when I fill up my plate when I stack on those weights
Make me create yeah
Been a f*cking minute since a mother f*cker did it
Never hit it I admit it
Do you dig it, imma get it
Seven digits imma bring it
I've been going off like a mother f*cking rocket, tell me who's gonna stop it
Just try to top it, just try to cop it
I only drop hot shit, only drop bop shit
Pick up your bitch, flip on the switch yeah shit starts at six
Yeah writing down scripts yeah taking those trips
Yeah never gone slip when I'm making those tips ah
Wish I could leave no trace
Yeah wish I could have my space, but it's not my place
She ain't my date, I just have to wait, she gotta have that trait yeah (Ayy)
Wish I could leave no trace
Yeah wish I could have my space, but it's not my place
She ain't my date, I just have to wait, she gotta have that trait
Yeah
Hide in the dark, spitting those bars (Yeah)
Writing remarks, f*cked up my heart
Where do I start, hate being apart yeah (Ayy)
When I hurt, I can't flirt, I'm just dirt, I convert, I assert, I exert too much hurt
Took down my fort for sport
Wish I could leave no trace
Yeah wish I could have my space, but it's not my place
She ain't my date, I just have to wait, she gotta have that trait yeah
Wish I could leave no trace
Yeah wish I could have my space, but it's not my place
She ain't my date, I just have to wait, she gotta have that trait
Yeah
Switching and making it darker
Just give me a minute and imma go farther
Far from departure, this shit is harder
Just took your bitch when I gave her my charger
I'm living larger, don't play those tricks cause I'm living smarter
Got me a fit and that's just for starters
Yeah living a mile from the harbor, living a mile from the barber
F*cked me up and now I got armor, call me a charmer
Call you a bitch and that shit hits like karma
Fighting my nerves is like fighting like Sparta
I got a target, just took a flight from Miami to Charlotte
Not rich yet but I'm still a threat
Just place your bets and I'll put the dumb bitches into debt without breaking a goddamn sweat
Yeah jumping back in yeah where the f*ck have I been yeah
Ain't done till I fin
Just give me a minute yeah my shit is vivid
I got a flow you can't mimic
I'm my own worst critic
Got me stressing bout the analytics (Ayy)
But I kill those goddamn lyrics (Ah)