Trojan

[Intro: Tadoe]

Bands all fill my pockets, bitch, I’m stuck in my glory

Copped a Porsche Cayenne and then I stuck it on forges

Sipping all this drink like we just got it imported

Smoking on your rent and bitch, I’m sipping your mortgage

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

What it is?

Don’t play with me, play with your kids, ayy

Accelerate, my shit wiggle like a little fish, uh

Let 'em hate, stop acting like a little bitch, ayy

The shit we totin' play longer than a tape on Datpiff, uh

[Verse 2: Tadoe]

Sosa, niggas hoes, give 'em ass shots, ayy

In the field posted on the bad block, ayy

In the spot, we got mad Glocks, ayy

Niggas softer than a mascot, ayy

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]

Hit the lean than I snoozed off, ayy

Red beam your nose, call you Rudolph, ayy

Don’t make us push in your cushion, you’re too soft, ayy

Your bitch got up on my stage and got boo’d off, uh

[Verse 4: Tadoe]

You know you ain’t trapping hard as me, lil nigga (Ayy)

You know I am who you wanna be, lil nigga (Ayy)

I’m rolling hard, I'm gritting my teeth, lil nigga

Dirty-thirty clean shit up like bleach, lil nigga

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Niggas out here faking, ayy

And I just want the cake, bitch, and

My daughter want a bracelet, ayy

So I just got to face it, ayy

Roll up a blunt and then I dome it, uh

That is for the moment, uh

For the money, I’ll postpone it, uh

We warriors, no trojan

[Verse 5: Tadoe & Chief Keef]

My ice like police, it’ll freeze a nigga

Got me cole like Keisha, nigga

Now I’m colder than a pizza, nigga

Fresher than a kid on Easter, nigga

My bitch be mad I can’t reach her nigga

With a bitch more yellow than Lisa, nigga

In the trap, lil boy, I’m your teacher

Just smoked a pound for no reason

Staring like she ain’t never seen a star

700 horse, you ever seen this car?

Fuck A’s and B’s, we wanted A’s and R’s

Never let a ride hoe paper dawg

Grand hustle, we on our paper trail

In lower Kane, leaving tire trails

Please don’t make us start burning shit 'cause we love how that fire smells

[Verse 6: Tadoe]

Glory boys, they up to something

You already know we bumming

Checks keep coming, steady thumbing

My niggas ain’t for nothing

[Verse 7: Chief Keef]

Tripping over designer, I'm so clumsy

Going off the wall like Humpty Dumpty

They tryna give me life, they gotta chase me

If you want me to show up, you gotta pay me

Remember when I couldn’t even afford a Tracy

Now every fucking blunt be a Tray, see

Put the Glock in the middle your eyes and your McGrady

And after you go through them you gotta face me

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Niggas out here faking, ayy

And I just want the cake, bitch, and

My daughter want a bracelet, ayy

So I just got to face it, ayy

Roll up a blunt and then I dome it, huh

That is for the moment, uh

For the money, I’ll postpone it, uh

We warriors, no trojan, ayy, phew