TrillTuga - youngin anthem Lyrics

C'mon, lets go
Aight, I just been feelin'
You know?
Haha
I love you, Trill

Met her dad, he's like, "Damn, you're rich, do you do real estate?" (huh)
No, sir, your daughters' with a scammer, I be stealin' pape (dummy)
You can call me Tony the Tiger, I got her feelin' great (feelin' great)
It runs in my family, even grandma had deals to make

I'm the type to peel an onion and make the onion cry
The last time I saw you out, you called me an ugly guy
But now I'm with yo' girl and she giving' me the f*ck me eyes (dummy)
And thats how you learn the hard way I ain't the one to try

I ain't got no blunts, I put my opp in a f*cking bong
I'm an only child, so stop acting like we're brothers, dawg (corn)
Got yo' girl doin' air time, she hit a somersault (damn)
Talkin' sweet as hell, but we know you wouldn't cut a log (you're a bitch)

You just act tough
I might take out my main girl and my backup
You can smoke that doobie cause I'm only hittin' fat blunts (lame)
Backwoods and black Runtz
I like the ones with fat butts (yeah, I do)
Keep yo' hat tucked

Because all you do is cap
My girl, she super bad
Yo' girl, she super fat (eugh)
I might do the dash when I'm zoomin' past
Showed yo lil hoe some magic and I pulled her out my hat (like, wallah)
You sayin' random lies about me that you pulled out yo' ass

If being broke a joke, then out of us, you're the class clown (you're real funny)
I'ma be an all-star, I used to bump Smash Mouth (hey now)
Bow bow bow bow I got yo' girl and you mad now (bitch)
You been next up before Jerry had a Stackhouse

Back in elementary school they all used to make fun of me
But now, they nothin' but a whole lame ass wannabe (cornball)
Ain't nobody 'round the opps, all I saw was tumbleweeds
I drunk a three, then right after, I smoked a Russian Cream (I'm crossed)
She used to say I suck, its ironic, now she suckin' me (hah)
If I said I love her, it's a good chance I'm F-in geeked
Fly as hell in Goose Coat, I'm hangin' round a bunch of geese
If you ain't a bad Latina girl, you ain't touchin' me (nawl)

Double cup of Aunt Jemima, I ain't pourin' maple up
You're good at actin' tough, go audition, you might make the cut
You the type to start cryin' if you get a paper cut (pussy)
Even when my works online, I get my paper up (I do)
I got a play to make, I told my girl to leave and take her stuff
She givin' me that attitude, she told me come and make her shush (aight, bet)
I'ma put my arm in the rim, you're too afraid to dunk
My girl like some fake Wock, she know how to shake it up

You been on the grind for ten years and you ain't makin' nothing
.40 Bullets hangin' out the mag, they could break a pumpkin
I'ma close my eyes when I hit, cause her face disgusting (eugh)
My face card hot enough to bake a muffin
Bro tryna act like we fam, boy, you ain't my cousin
You can say whatever you want, you can make assumptions
I love proving people wrong keep the haters coming
Just because you peaked in highschool you shouldnt hate a youngin (bitch)