Trophy Flow lyrics

[Intro]
(FBEAT go crazy)
Huh, bah, bah, bah
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
Hmm, couch
Hmm, Tris

[Verse]
Had to tell a b*tch calm down, she was really on some bum sh*t
I threw up, then recovered, on Instagram on some drunk sh*t (Instagram on some drunk sh*t)
I done f*cked that n*gga b*tch, he ready crash out on some dumb sh*t (On some dumb sh*t)
I can't buy that b*tch a ring, only thing that she get is hood di*k
It's like four to five Glocks 'round me when I pop out (Hmm)
One phone call'll get a n*gga X'd out
His b*tch at my Aircnc, had the n*gga stressed out
Now that n*gga wanna beef with me (Now that n*gga wanna beef with me)
f*ck around, get rolled up in a cookie cream leaf (In a cookie cream leaf)
Why the f*ck you ask mе where I'm from? It's on my sleeve (It's on my sleevе)
Why the f*ck he cuffed that b*tch? I had her on her knee (Had her on her knee)
50K gone and I was signed only a week (And I was signed only a week)
Too much of a joint, started to catch up to me (Started to catch up to me)
Tinted up in traffic so the opps can't see me (So the opps can't see me)
Told they johnnies it ain't my Glock, they better not put that sh*t on me (They better not put that sh*t on me)
I don't give a f*ck about your n*gga, we can sneak (We can sneak)
How the f*ck you spin thirty ball on some sh*t you ain't ready to die for? (Hmm)
f*ck around, get stripped with a Glock 23, Michael
Better have insurance beefin' me, GEICO
I wanna see it all, so I f*cked her with the lights on
I was in the cell prayin' to God, tryna right my wrongs (Hmm)
Got out and I bossed up on every b*tch that did me wrong (Every b*tch that did me wrong)
Mismatch Amiri with the, hmm (Yeah)
Mismatch Asaali with Amiri, b*tch, I got it on
How the f*ck you spend twenty on some sh*t and then get stripped for it?
If you really want some di*k that bad, b*tch, pay for it
For them baby potshots that they send, they gon' pay for it (Ayy)
Told my Tinys every block that they bend, put a K on it (Put a K)
Heard you tried to save a b*tch again, put a cape on 'em (Put a cape)
If she pop Percs, my di*k ain't goin' in, I don't f*ck smokers (I don't)
b*tch was poppin' it, she got strangled like Bart, Homer
Still screamin' f*ck the opps again (Mm, mm, mm, mm, f*ck the opps again)
How the f*ck I'm swervin' in two lanes and I'm supposed to be in one?
If I crash and I die, f*ck it, give it all to my son
How the f*ck you say hit a n*gga when you ain't spinned his block once? (Once)
I ain't see my phone, b*tch, I was high off Runtz (Runtz)
Why that n*gga never go to jail? That n*gga sus (Sus)
n*ggas out here workin' with the johnnies, n*ggas bunk (Bunk)
Pull up on a n*gga back block and do it up (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Told her, "You the type I like, let's do it up"
Alright, f*ck that sh*t, I'm back trippin', what's up with all these goofies?
With all these Instagram threads talkin' 'bout what they gon' do to me?
I'll walk a n*gga down with baby Drac', f*ck rap
Had to knock a n*gga down 'cause he told me f*ck shh
n*gga think he hard, f*ck it, take him to the back
You said you got a squabble on you, well, we gon' run you like some laps (Let's see it)
Back to back, back to back to back
Chipped they favorite homie, now they mad, mad, mad
Told FBEAT, "n*gga, you better not cut this beat off, I'm still trippin' on it"
Pow, pow, pow, wasn't enough, so we put switches on it
She got down, down, down on her knees, then she spit up on it
Balenciaga cost me like a thou' (Hmm), yeah, yeah
You a b*tch, word around town, yeah, yeah (FBEAT go crazy)
And I heard you told, you a mouse, yeah, yeah (Told, you a mouse)
b*tch, I'm tryna up the score, Mike Trout, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Tryna up the score, Mike Trout
b*tch, I'm famous, but I still might f*ck a b*tch on a couch (FBEAT producin' all the heat)
f*ck his b*tch in his house (Hah, hmm)
FBEAT go crazy
Hmm
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Hmm