Trophy lyrics

[Intro: X4]
(FBEAT go crazy)
I'm a trophy, so they label me a joint (FBEAT producin’ all the heat)

[Chorus: X4]
I'm a trophy, so they label me a joint
And I got aim, I'm on point
Hmm, let’s go slide through to prove our point
I'm a starter, so I scored the most points
n*ggas f*ckin' with the pigs, I hear the oink
I ain't f*ckin' with no b*tch that ain't got no coins
I can't do no song with him, he ain't no joint
I can’t catch no cases with him, he probably point

[Verse 1: X4]
Opps said they tired of me ’cause I'm annoying
But it’s b*tches on my di*k 'cause I'm important
Don't ask me the price about no sh*t, you can’t afford it
Of course I had to poke the b*tch 'cause she was gorgeous
Thirsty Crip with a hoodie and a torch on my hip
Hmm, I can't speak about that case 'cause a stitch on my lip
n*gga better check thе stats, ain't no smut on my Crippin'
Chxnk, roll another 'Wood, 'cause I might not feel it
Depеnds on how I'm feeling, I might not kill him
Depends on how I'm feeling, I might not f*ck
But I still got some throat 'cause the b*tch is a sl*t
And I'm a big dog, I am not no pup
Put that blick down, n*gga, you is not gon' bust
b*tch, I'm in the Benz and you on the bus
Heard about you in the county, they took your stuff
Type of sh*t I don't condone, he can't kick it with us
[Chorus: X4]
I'm a trophy, so they label me a joint
And I got aim, I'm on point
Hmm, let's go slide through to prove our point
I'm a starter, so I scored the most points
n*ggas f*ckin' with the pigs, I hear the oink
I ain't f*ckin' with no b*tch that ain't got no coins
I can't do no song with him, he ain't no joint
I can't catch no cases with him, he probably point

[Verse 2: Chxnk]
Hood love me in my section and my hoes feel the same
This lil' 'fit I got designer, yeah, I know it look plain
When I touch that fifty-ball, hit AOD and make it rain
I keep blick tucked with me, ain't no R, peep my name
This lil' gas I be smokin', it's a dead-n*gga strain
We stuff n*ggas in the 'Wood, so don't disrespect the gang
I'm your b*tch favorite rapper, I'm the reason she came
You wonder why she say her jaw hurt, my di*k the one to blame
I can't hang with no dorks, I'm a joint now
FBEAT on the beat, my sh*t gotta be on point now
Catch a n*gga lackin', yeah, we had to give boy rounds
b*tch snatched the condom off, said, "Daddy, you can enjoy it now"
Bad b*tches all I f*ck with 'cause I'm top tier
New b*tch after b*tch, I got picks, it don't stop here
We just slid they block twice, no, them n*ggas not there
Tried to sweep they whole block, my Tinys brought the mop here
[Chorus: X4]
I'm a trophy, so they label me a joint (FBEAT go crazy)
And I got aim, I'm on point
Hmm, let's go slide through to prove our point
I'm a starter, so I scored the most points
n*ggas f*ckin' with the pigs, I hear the oink (FBEAT producin' all the heat)
I ain't f*ckin' with no b*tch that ain't got no coins
I can't do no song with him, he ain't no joint
I can't catch no cases with him, he probably point