LILTRACYRAPS ** lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ Mysticalone beats)
Aye bruh, call up the weed man, bruh
Call up the kush, man
Yeah man, call that n*gga, bruh
Oh, you finna come through, you finna drop off the kush?
Alright, alright
For sure
Brr, brr, brr

[Verse]
I just copped some f*ckin' dro, finna pull up to the sto' (Skrt)
Dressed in all black, like a muhf*ckin' crow
n*ggas starin’ at me, mane, what’s the issue, folk?
I’m tryna cop a Dutch and smoke with the bros
I don’t got that Glock, same color as a clit
I cop the Dutch pack, then I hop in the whip (Skrt)
Bumpin’ BB SUN and we skrt off quick (Skrt)
Got the window down b*tch, Lil Tracy sh*t (Brrt)
Pull up to the crib, hop out like a pimp (Ayy)
Close the damn do’, damn right I lock the sh*t
I know these broke n*ggas out here plottin’ sh*t
Sell a damn rock n*gga, stop robbin' sh*t
Walk in the crib, n*ggas already smokin' sh*t
n*gga match up, n*gga let me get a hit
Roll my Dutch up, and it's pretty like my b*tch
Take three hits, I’m ‘bout high as a cliff
Take another hit, then I pass to my kin (Krrat)
Samsung ringtone, got a text from my b*tch (Brrt)
She said “Lil Tracy what you doin' 'round six?”
b*tch, I’m smoking weed, come through with yo’ friends
She said “Hell nah, come through by yo' self!” (What?)
I hit the damn Dutch and I thought to myself
Last time shawty started grabbin’ on my belt (Woah)
Lil Tracy all up in the box like mail (Woah)
Suck my damn di*k, or I can't do sh*t
If shawty clean put the tongue on the clit
I’m a real n*gga, b*tch it is what it is
Grab her by the neck, shawty said she like the sh*t
[Outro]
Oh, woah
Woah
Goddamn, n*gga
Woah
Okay
These hoes is crazy, bro
I'm so serious
Aye man, I think I'm Lil B, brah
I literally violated the b*tch