Stay Rappin'

[Intro] Ayo, Trinz [Verse 1: Clavish] Believe half of what you see and really none of what you hear 30 piece on my lap, armed jakes in the rear One pattern for the mashes, different pattern for vaneers Two patterns for the crashouts, and they'll crash out anywhere If it was really war, you wouldn't put no peace on it Saw the olders with some cake and I wanted a piece of it *** told me 'bout a murder and won't ever speak on it I lost members in the fiеld but I can't ever weep on it I've still got lovе all the guys that done me wrong Don't wanna hurt her, still a fuckboy when I'm slidin' past her thong Can't tell her group chat I'm a dog, she knew what timin' I was on I've never had no Twitter fingers, I ain't slidin' with my thumbs Prolly somewhere thinkin' 'bout all the things we coulda been (Things we coulda been) She ain't ever had sex in the back of a Cullinan (Back of a Cullinan) I'm just tryna stay rappin', if it's that, I'm fully on Cah black lives don't matter when I slap my hoodie on You ain't gun down a soul, got any flesh on your cutter Still buy sticks, I guess I'm just protecting my bruddas And my lil nigga can't fly If he could, he'd say he'd fly Dubai and go pressure all the scammers for their Pateks and their bubbers Free A, he just patterned and tried Tryna do him like Bobby, put his hat in the sky When you see me with Skeng, just know that's family ties Fucked her and the sister's next, I'm a family guy You won't see me turning up if my money's on minus I've robbed niggas bareface, couldn't find my shiesty I've cheffed niggas up bait, don't waste your time and fight me I've left blue ticks on read cah they were not my type (Not my type) She's just a fling, not my wife Audemars on my left wrist, P Phillippe on my right 3 for 20 was the only deal I knew before I signed Before my deal, I sold crack and caught paigons offside You can ask them if I'm lyin' In this Bentley truck, I wish all my teachers could see me Put my Cartier frames on and then I scream— [Verse 2: Catch] Free Geek (Grrrt) Bro lost three of the hammers in three weeks So forgive me if I'm a bit angry when we speak (I mean) When I came outta jail, they said they gotta keep these guns around me Girls still love me, I'm a thug, but they have fun around me Don't tell me 'bout your business plans, I beg you just 'low me I was in jail for years, you're still broke, beg you don't come 'round me Sent my lil hitters to your crib, that one I done proudly Jumped out, got him in his face, that one I done proudly You ain't gotta lie, my brudda, you don't give a fuck 'bout me And I don't give a fuck about you too You see the oil I get from boilin' these keys? And the oil I need to oil the machine I should prolly rock with the guys that run Saudi— Me, I've done hood phones and count' phones, who the fuck's countin'? (Heh) Me, I've done mad years, I'm back here, who the fuck doubts me? (Back here) All I need is one phone, one car, two kilograms I don't waste time in no pussy like a two-minute man Well, you really sat me down to tell me 'bout your new business plan? (Huh?) Bro, I beg you 'low me, I ain't fuckin' with your two-figure plan I ain't got these boots on my feet, I got these boots in my hand Ty smokes too much weed, I put the yout on a ban I didn't lose no sleep when I stabbed my old friend So I beg somebody tell me, what chance do these new niggas stand? (Heh) If I weren't a rapper, then I'd prolly wouldn't use Instagram If I weren't a trapper, then I'd prolly rob youts for the gang I'm tryna lock this scale off, I don't get it, what don't you understand? I know I said I loved you, I didn't mean it, it's what you do in the can (You do) Causin' mayhem You love these girls? I just fornicate them These hoes turn to Christ, I don't know what to say then Fuck, hopefully the Lord can save them I kicked this girl to the curb, I told her, "'Course we'll stay friends" Shaved my boy's big cuz, it was an awkward AM Hate me for doin' well, I'll give you more to hate, then Hopefully all of my success will motivate them You know?