Trophy Kids V1 lyrics

[Intro: Devon Hendryx]
(Arriba!)
(Oh, man!)
(Haha, yeah)
Once upon a time, you know
Two n*ggas...

[Verse 1: Devon Hendryx]
Lights, camera, Action Bronson
Got a sign on my mic, and it says "Use with caution"
In pillow fights with a rocket launcher
Do your toys like my samples, flip your tonka
Battlefield flow, no codes to Contra
Noob-tube your truth, no-scope your sponsor
I'm a level-up demon, huh
Wastin' time on these hip-hop dreams, I gotta go
Whip it out, nutted on a tramp stamp
I sent a freckle-faced b*tch to my Bandcamp
'Cause I don't rap, I do magic
Get silly on trash pop singers who faking in the industry, yah!
Make a lot of money, moving cash, boys
f*ck them rich kids, n*gga I never had toys
I ain't hood, I'm human, I had it bad like Usher
So for them coins I'm Mario, uppercut ya
Now tell me who's the man with thе plan
I show hoes my di*k, turn fans into stans
I predict by the agе of twenty-nine
I'll have my own booties channel like Killa Cam
I am no Joker, Heath Ledger to your Val Kilmer
-Batman, now who's the man?
(Devan!) No b*tch, it's Devon
Accent, accent, listen to my songs
I'm the one like Neo, but more like Geo
(Pow!) Power geysers, bricks and the kilos
Nerd gangsta, slingin' with a Wiimote
Tell a b*tch to strip, and count back from zero
(Count back from zero, count back from zero, count back from zero)
[Verse 2: Devon Hendryx]
Not a predator, I just say what I want
Unfiltered, no time for editors
f*ck my competitors, this is the Olympics
Set a world record and flip off the gymnast
I got the belt, now I'm not letting it go
I got it in my clutches, you can suck my di*k haters
Darth Vader, breathe hard, wake neighbors
Keep a white b*tch trickin' like Kate Favor
I only play the games that I win at
And only f*ck b*tches with stamina, n*gga, swing cash
Start first, always finish last
Bank statement, I got an allergy to cash
Can I get a loan? (No)
Can I get some cake? (No)
I'm going through a phase (Why?)
Broke n*gga ways, so here goes an I-O-U for today
Please, accept this baby
The only woman in my life
Is the one whose pus*y I popped out of in '89
They call it the breech-birth, get it?
That's because instead of my head, I came out cheeks first
Breach of a contract, breach of my confidence
Breach a corner store so I didn't have to rhyme for rent
The sayings true, a house ain't a home
'Cause even in my room, I lived in my headphones
[Chorus: Devon Hendryx]
Yeah, uh
We're just some n*ggas fresh out from a two year bid
Tryna show these broke n*ggas how we live
Don't even ask n*gga, what we did
And don't call us twins, call us trophy kids
(What's that name, n*gga?)
Trophy kids, fresh out of jail from a two year bid
(Oh my god!)
Trophy kids
Don't even ask n*gga, what we did, uh

[Outro: Devon Hendryx]
(What'd you do?)
(Yeah, no, seriously, what'd you do though?)