A List

[Intro]

Hottest in the world

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]

I told my mum

That I'll stop getting faded

But the Henny in my cup got me fucked

And I'm gassed cuh there's bare trap beats on my playlist

One day, I'm gonna be an A-list

And I'm gonna stunt on my ex

Stunt on my foes and my opponents and my haters

Then I'm gonna money dance with the papers

I told my mum

That I'll stop getting faded

But the Henny in my cup got me fucked

And I'm gassed cuh there's bare trap beats on my playlist

One day, I'm gonna be an A-list

And I'm gonna stunt on my ex

Stunt on my foes and my opponents and my haters

Then I'm gonna money dance with the papers

[Verse 1: Big Zuu]

Came from nothing at all

(Nada)

Mandem dropped out the sports ting

When they got old and still had to ball (ballin')

Young times, no dough in the bank

But we still had fresh kicks, fashionable (yeah)

Tryna get Ps like I licked a bank

And I wrapped a vault (wrap that)

But now a man does music, so

Through that, I'm tryna stack the notes

Me, I live through waves like my flat's a boat

Fam, I don't care who you think is sick

Man, I'll walk in the room and I'll slap the GOAT

White don said that we pull too much girls

Walk in the rave and they grab the rope

My dans back the 'gnac, man wraps the smoke

Set pace, press start, fam, you know the settings

Dem man dere just breading but I'm tryna get bread in

Dem man gas about man that they're deading, but

I'm more on peng ting finessing

Back to the yard, undressing

Dem man bored and stressing

Us man feel that blessing

MTP come straight from the West end

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]

I told my mum

That I'll stop getting faded

But the Henny in my cup got me fucked

And I'm gassed cuh there's bare trap beats on my playlist

One day, I'm gonna be an A-list

And I'm gonna stunt on my ex

Stunt on my foes and my opponents and my haters

Then I'm gonna money dance with the papers

I told my mum

That I'll stop getting faded

But the Henny in my cup got me fucked

And I'm gassed cuh there's bare trap beats on my playlist

One day, I'm gonna be an A-list

And I'm gonna stunt on my ex

Stunt on my foes and my opponents and my haters

Then I'm gonna money dance with the papers

[Verse 2: D7]

[?] days, we was hitting up Tuck

No drink spilling, I was sipping on slush

When I first met Age in studes, we was pups

Now we're grown up, got me onstage, red cups

Back then, wheelies, tryna keep it up

In the top of the hut, tryna cop feel-ups

Nowadays, I was tryna get Ps up

Till I've got my own grip to put my two feet up

But right now, I'm just on my grind all day

Night time, write bars, lunch time, get paid

'Cause I ain't tryna sit back there in no shade

I'm tryna look fly and shit like Illmade

Tell them girl they're moving mad, she insane

Even if she in the right or wrong lane

Still overtake these hoes there if they're too late

Don't fuck with old hoes, that shit there too bait

That shit there not right

Dem gyal over there, they think they're too nice

If I get to the top, I'll remember that night

When the lightskin really thought she's that spice (haha)

I swear it's alright

So you'll see me onstage, ain't in the spotlight

Got a Maggy in the left and the mic in my right

Grab a gyal from the front, come 'way for the night

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]

I told my mum

That I'll stop getting faded

But the Henny in my cup got me fucked

And I'm gassed cuh there's bare trap beats on my playlist

One day, I'm gonna be an A-list

And I'm gonna stunt on my ex

Stunt on my foes and my opponents and my haters

Then I'm gonna money dance with the papers

I told my mum

That I'll stop getting faded

But the Henny in my cup got me fucked

And I'm gassed cuh there's bare trap beats on my playlist

One day, I'm gonna be an A-list

And I'm gonna stunt on my ex

Stunt on my foes and my opponents and my haters

Then I'm gonna money dance with the papers

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]

I'm revved up, AJ from the damn Lane with the red cup

Big batty gyal but she dead from the chest up

I don't wanna hear no one talking about left us

Anyone I left deserved to get left, cuz

I'm from the, I'm from the

I'm from the 10, it's West, it's all left, cuz

Go and kick rocks, nuh care for that dead buzz

Go and kick rocks, nuh care for that dead buzz

Now I've got my Nikes looking like Loubs

Feeling like Floyd cuh the boy can't lose

Or Quavo, when I'm onstage, show me boobs

Get rude, then boom, I'll blow up the room

It's Lil Trace or Tutenkhamun

Young brown king, I've come for this Earth

And when I grab that, I'm out for that moon

Man splash bare chicks, nuh care for no spoon

RIP to all the dead olders

Get off my dick and write a good tune

Dem man are sour, all talking like bitches

"Fuck AJ, he made it too soon"

Walk in the dance, a chain and one goon

Couple YGs are cool with typhoons

With my brown lads and all my white coons

I was in Shibuya writing haikus