TreOnTheBeat, yeah
Hold my drink, let me talk my shit
Yeah you got hits but you ain't write it
How much spent did the ghost write get?
Whole lotta money that you ain't quite get
Fast, come faster
They gave you more money than me but I own my masters
Post a pic with a bitch but I never tag her
Stab in the pussy, my dick is a dagger
Yellow gold rollie, my wrist is a bladder
Working at Kroger and I was a bagger
I can't leave the stu' without makin a slapper
She gotta man that don't even matter
You can keep the bitch, I already had her
She be committed, her heart finna shatter
Your bitch a 10 but my bitch is badder
I got dank, let's roll it
Give me my drink, don't hold it
I'm that nigga, I know it
I'm an OG, I'm goated
You want a verse, I quote it
Whole AP, I sold it
Bustdown, girl, let's mode it
Copy my drip, you cloned it
TreOnTheBeat, yeah
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