Tradeline

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Hey, hey [Verse 1] I'm like damn, okay, bitch You can breathe but you can't text me back? Ayy Ho, I'm Justin with the vibes, I'm bringin' sexy back, yeah In the projects, rob the house where they sell candy at, ayy Yeah, my mama was a Crip, but she not handicapped (Sheesh) Walk around with fire, she an arson Stealin' food outta the market, now my pockets fat as Cartman Like a grown-up sayin', "Sit down," a brand-new Wraith, I park it Made it out of them apartments all the way down to red carpets, shee Look, I bubble up, bubble up, bubble up, bubble up, bubble up, watch it fizz Ain't no bitch without a dad finna tell me what a real man is You're a whole kidnapper out here, she be out here eatin' my kids Wanna cuddle up, but her hair on the dresser, after that shit, I'ma keep that wig [Chorus] You fuck with me, you gon' be mad, high-key I'll leave you like your dad, high-key Usher song, I got it bad, high-key You bitch-made, you a drag, I see Ridin' through the city with a blower, ha-ha Just came off a fifty-city tour, ha-ha Used to be my bitch, but not no more, ha-ha Tradeline, we finna up the score, ha-ha [Verse 2] Gotta get a check like I'm out here burnin' Gotta get the earnings, early in the morning One thing about the table, lil' bitch, it keep turnin' Fire in the crib, Mississippi Burning Drop one of mine, refund, returnin' Turn him into food if the pot keep stirrin' You don't know enough, lil' bitch, keep learnin' Being that broke out here is concernin' Niggas think they camouflage, but they tankin' GTA in real life, I play with Franklins Face card valid in my city, check my rankin' Niggas say they gang-gang, but they ain't in I got two hoes with me, one's a lint licker The booty club, don't give advice, but I big tip her Her body is a work of art, you get the big picture Sendin' mixed signals off of mixed liquor [Chorus] You fuck with me, you gon' be mad, high-key I'll leave you like your dad, high-key Usher song, I got it bad, high-key You bitch-made, you a drag, I see Ridin' through the city with a blower, ha-ha Just came off a fifty-city tour, ha-ha Used to be my bitch, but not no more, ha-ha Tradeline, we finna up the score, ha-ha [Part II] [Interlude] You ready to die for that pussy? I am I am So get the fuck up outta here Fuck you, fuck your child, nigga I'll bury you and that motherfucker, now what you gon' do? I'm with it, nigga, I'm a goon [Verse] I'll blow the whole house down with a 40, lil' bitch, don't play with the Big Bad Wolf Feelin' kinda stingy today, don't play with your life, lil' bitch, you can get that took God-like, walk around with my hair like wool Break bread, gotta make sure everybody full Jordan with the Wizards, 'cause I ain't with the bull Top Dawg, Great Dane, Rottweiler, pit bull These days I got the whole hood watching me like a bootleg DVD These days all my diamonds dance on me like I got a PPP (Ayy) Stretch the truth, you see the reach They sellin' dreams, won't bring receipts I ain't neutral, but I don't compete They flip-flop, you see defeat It's charity, I feed the streets (Hey) I'm gon' fuck your bitch, we can be friends after Let's keep it a thou-wow, I'm the grandmaster I ain't ever saved no bitch, I'm never playin' pastor Stop sayin' you from LA if you from Lancaster Perfidious words, you ain't outside like the curb, ayy You niggas is nerds, you only outside in the 'burbs, ooh We finna purge, since somebody gave you the nerve You either die or you burn (Burn), or you could live and you learn [Outro] Ayy, ayy Either you die or you burn, live and you learn When it's your turn Nigga, okay, okay, ayy Hey