So Trife lyrics

[Intro]
Jack, get off the field
(D—dang [?], I like this)
(Stop talking to me b*tch like I'm tired of your stupid ass like all you do is talk)

[Chorus]
Oh [?] man down, 223’ hit 'em, that take a man down
I was born with lions, I got the muzzle, them blinds, I can't
Can’t deal with it right now
Old friends they keep dying, got to keep my head high
Bae, why would I cuff you? you know most these b*tches do me so trife
Mom said don't quit the rhymes, ok lets go, ok lets go

[Verse 1]
Mom said don't quit the rhymes
(Ok lets go, ok lets go, ok lets go)
Ahem, I—I, I can't really explain
(I—I) Your whole city getting blazed
Three Backwoods in the face
b*tch said she wanna catch a stain
Oh my god b*tches playin'
Just missеd my flight in LA

[Chorus]
Oh [?] man down, 223' hit 'em, that take a man down
I was born with lions, I got the muzzlе, them blinds, I can't
I can’t deal with it right now
Old friends they keep dying, got to keep my head high
Bae, why would I cuff you? you know most these b*tches do me so trife
Mom said dont quit the rhymes, ok lets go, ok let’s go
[Interlude]
I told y'all I tried my best
You had so much you left behind, now look how much you f*cking miss
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Jack, get off the field
Ahem
[?]
(D—dang [?], I like this)
Mm-mm

[Verse 2]
(Flrrr, phew, phew, phew)
Yeah, I turn the auto-tune up on they ass, yeah
If I can’t teach you that lesson, then get your ass out of my class
I popped a X, flrrr, bust, flrrr, best, splash
Took off, dash, whole interstate had a crash
b*tch, I hang with the realest
b*tch, I aim with the best
Mac's, AK's and Tec's
So damn scary can’t show it on the gram, so damn scary can't show it on the gram
She say I'm green, yeah I'm mean to my fans
I cut that b*tch off, she was so bland
(Flrrr) I tell that lil' hoe go suck the clan
(Flrrr-flrrr, flrrr-flrrr)
Dirty choppa, yeah that's Dirty Dan
Bro got the stick, yeah, jammer man
Oh yeah, yeah, call him stunna man
Yeah lil' b*tch you ain't one of them
She blowin', blowin', blowin' all my patience
Told me I was talkin' to a creature, look at the hoe different angle
I pour a pint then I peak it
I spilled the Wock [?]
Oxy' got me tired like [?]
All of these shots can't miss you
[Chorus]
Oh (?) man down, 223' hit 'em, they take man down
I was born with lions, I got the muzzle, them blinds, I can't
Can't deal with it right now
Old friends they keep dying, got to keep my head high
Bae, why would i cuff you? you know most these b*tches do me so trife