2050

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Austin) [Verse] Got the strap in the function, it's a club banger Brodie headfirst in the action like he love danger Step out the crib fresh with my blick equipped Lil' bro turnin' eighteen when it hit the strip Nah, I don't imitate Life like the Frosted Flakes, lately I've been livin' great Daydreamin' 'bout the money, manifestin' what I make Freak hoes set you up, cornball took the bait Took the long way up, it is not no shortcuts TrDee somethin' special like he rode thе short bus I just speak with real niggas, fake onеs ignore us Catch me in your city gettin' head on the tour bus Thinkin' 'bout the future, bro, I'm all the way in 2050 ShittyBoyz on top, got the haters lookin' super shitty Shit been lookin' good, I remember when it wasn't pretty I know ballin' ain't a crime, but if it is, then come and get me You can't duplicate me They know I'm the next to blow and that's why they hate Dee Take a walk in my shoes, you probably goin' crazy In somethin' by myself, niggas kind of shady Feel like Tom Brady 'Cause I'll get to throwin' bullets if you tryna fade me Somewhere ballin' in the city, Cunningham Cade I swear she a lil' slut, but you call her baby Can't no bitch clown me Told Hutch flood my neck, he damn near drowned me And my haters motivate me, and the ones around me All this 'za that I've been smokin' got me kind of cloudy In the 'burbs, howdy I feel like the chosen one, how could you ever doubt me? I'm the one that bust they bubble if they feelin' cocky Always gotta eat your veggies, pockets full of broccoli (Green) Mind full of million dollar plans Tryna put my whole family on when I get the chance I be lookin' down on my chain when they tell me dance She was down bad, so she started up an OnlyFans (Okay) It don't matter how you start, it's 'bout how you finish Dee livin' proof, you should really listen to the realest Hop in your bag, why the fuck you in your feelings? In the Lab cookin' up, TrDee the newest chemist Bounced back, came back, got a new edition You can't stand the rain, you ain't even ready for this image You can't fuck with my team, we can't even scrimage Sick as fuck I hit on FanDuel and went and blew the winnings I bet on myself and took the spread too I forgot that we was arguin', that's what the head do If I got it out the mud, then you can too Wait until I get that Rollie on me, actin' brand new Evolvin', I ain't change I'ma get that deal and pull up straight on Johnny Dang Fuck around and get some toilet paper on the chain ShittyBoyz, Ja Morant, come collab with the gang