[Intro]
(Trauma Tone)
[Chorus: Jackboy]
I can't trust no bitch over my dog (Over my dog), I don't pillow talk (I don't pillow talk)
Niggas pussy, got sent more than blogs (More than blogs)
I can't fuck with Fooli 'cause he flawed (I mean that)
I'm not squashin' shit, I don't see no need to talk (No)
Free my niggas from behind them walls (Behind them walls), acceptin' all your calls (All your calls)
Soon my nigga touch down, we gon' ball (We gon' ball)
Fuck them hoes that sat and watched you rot (Believe that)
Tear down the fuckin' mall the first day they let you out (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Jackboy]
Tear down the fuckin' mall the first day that they let you go (Okay)
Tear down the fuckin' mall, you play, we got Glocks in the store (Yeah)
Nah, bitch, this ain't for fashion, do no actin', really active (Activе)
A nigga play with me, he gotta die or I ain't happy (Grrah)
Damn, I'm mad as fuck (I'm mad), thе opps got too much luck (Luck)
Only fuck on them Percs (Percs), she got way too much butt (Butt)
Only missin' when I'm on drugs, ain't no way this shit have love (Nah)
You know that boy a thug and he ain't gon' give no bitch his trust (Trust)
[Chorus: Jackboy & 2 Chainz]
I can't trust no bitch over my dog (Over my dog), I don't pillow talk (I don't pillow talk)
Niggas pussy, got sent more than blogs (More than blogs)
I can't fuck with Fooli 'cause he flawed (I mean that)
I'm not squashin' shit, I don't see no need to talk (No)
Free my niggas from behind them walls (Behind them walls), acceptin' all your calls (All your calls)
Soon my nigga touch down, we gon' ball (We gon' ball)
Fuck them hoes that sat and watched you rot (Believe that, yeah, yeah)
Tear down the fuckin' mall the first day they let you out (Let's go, Toni)
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Them my brother, them my brother, them my brother too
Please don't be no bully, hope the bully bullet proof (Bah)
Tattoo on my bitch pussy, say "Coming soon"
I still missed court and the shit was on Zoom (Damn)
Turkey bags, I'm buyin ten, elbows on table, dine in
Yeah, black boys don't go to jail, statistics say they dyin' in
Got my lady flyin' in, tequila with the lime in
Tattoos on the spine in and lookin' like I signed in
Mobile phone, contraband, marble floors, lots of land
Bando filled with pots and pans, you steal this sauce, we break your hand
Landlord make you break the lease
Greenlight, ain't no breaks to me
You don't know what it takes to be, real bitch, you fake to me
[Chorus: Jackboy & Ralo]
I can't trust no bitch over my dog (Over my dog, yeah, yeah), I don't pillow talk (I don't pillow talk, yeah, yeah)
Niggas pussy, got sent more than blogs (More than blogs, yeah)
I can't fuck with Fooli 'cause he flawed (I mean that, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
I'm not squashin' shit, I don't see no need to talk (No, nah)
Free my niggas from behind them walls (Behind them walls), acceptin' all your calls (All your calls)
Soon my nigga touch down, we gon' ball (We gon' ball)
Fuck them hoes that sat and watched you rot (Believe that)
Tear down the fuckin' mall the first day they let you out (Let's go, yeah)
[Verse 3: Ralo]
I'm finna fuck up the mall with Jack (Yeah)
I be a frog, but never a rat (No)
They better miss me with all of that (Yeah)
Fuck all them niggas who fallin' back
I'm on a mission to get me a mill' (Yeah)
Oh, I forgot, I got me a mill' (I got me a mill')
I got two (Two), maybe three (Three) and that shit before TV
Fuck a sense with a guilt (Yeah)
Fuck a ho and get her Lyft (Yeah)
All my plugs done got killed (Yup)
He can never say I told him wrong (Nope)
They can never say I did them wrong, I'm the one that put them niggas on
I'm the G.O.A.T. when I'm in the zone
Made a million off a mini phone (Yeah)
Five million in the sprinter (Yup)
It's a dog food winter (Winter)
We ain't worried about no nigga (No)
In my eyes, I'm Gorilla (Yeah)
In my eyes I'm King Kong, run it back like ping pong
Run it back, ding-dong, I'ma make this shit my ringtone
We been ballin' all summer (Summer), we gon' do it all winter (Yeah)
I don't really fuck with no nigga (No), but Jackboy, my bro, nigga (Yeah)
I ain't opp, he Zo, nigga (Big opp)
Bitch, this just how this shit go, nigga (Yeah)
Hold up, I wanna say one thing (What?), fuck you (Before I go, nigga)
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