Stay Far

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

We came from the bottom, bitch, we had to starve

I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars

Fuck that bitch and play her like a damn guitar

I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar

I'll be out the way, stay far (Damn, Tash)

Got no time to play, stay armed

Chopper there like a good neighbor, State Farm (B-B-BlackMayo)

[Verse 1: Poundside Pop]

Yeah, everybody with me, yeah, they stay armed

When it's time to handle business, it won't take long

It won't take long, get you gone, blow your face off

I got killers on my team sliding, this ain't no baseball

Bitches tryna suck my dick 'cause I got my cake up

Shawty looking hella bad and she ain't got no makeup

All this cash on a nigga, she do what I say so

I been sipping all this purple, baby, I'm a Laker (Yeah)

I been sipping Wockhardt, baby, I'm a Wockstar

I come out them Philly trenches, right in front them cop cars

Baby girl, we had it hard, so we had to trap hard

2500, Zoo gang, I'm the top dog

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

We came from the bottom, bitch, we had to starve

I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars

Fuck that bitch and play her like a damn guitar

I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar

I'll be out the way, stay far

Got no time to play, stay armed

Chopper there like a good neighbor, State Farm

[Verse 2: K Suave]

Ayy, chopper get to busting, that bitch going dumb

Your bitch, she want more coke, she keep rubbing on her gums

Bitch, I got a money counter, I don't like to use my thumbs

Keep one in the head, these pussy niggas showing fake love

I don't trust nobody, I swear I don't even trust myself

She gon' eat that dick up like an apple, this is not no Dell

I just caught your bitch with one hand, I feel like I'm Odell

I know it's been a minute since we talked, I hope you doing well

Beating that bitch from the back, I feel like I'm Mike Will

I got bitches hooked like a noose, I call 'em hangnail

Try me, knock both of y'all down, like the twin towers

Bitch, I'm a star in the sky but I came from the bottom

Ain't going broke no more, all my niggas whips is push to start 'em

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

We came from the bottom, bitch, we had to starve

I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars

Fuck that bitch and play her like a damn guitar

I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar

I'll be out the way, stay far

Got no time to play, stay armed

Chopper there like a good neighbor, State Farm