Wagyu

Lyrics

[Intro: tropes] (Kuru) (Hi, doc!) (Lito) (I don't think I can love you anymore) [Verse 1: tropes] Uh, I have no clue what you talkin' bout If you come into my crib, watch where you walking now Yeah, I'm with my whole clique, yeah, we mobbin' out If you hold some shit against me, we can talk it out If you fuck with gravee (Graavem1nd), shots at your home We gon' put holes in yo' chest and in yo' clothes I can't even rock wit' you, yeah, you do the most Load this shit like chrome, I don't know [Pre-Chorus: tropes] Like how can you relate? I can't change your fate, now They say I'm insane, I can't trust a thing now Please elaborate, it do not trust my face at all Talking that shit, get booted off Moronic shit, you stupid dumb [Chorus: tropes] And if you try, you can't make what I make in a month Eating good, spent racks on my lunch Wagyu dinner comin' in clutch, now And if you lie, I could figure you out with a hunch More than just a couple bucks, please don't worry 'bout my luck [Verse 2: tropes] If they talking on me, it's yo' last chance I got hoes up on me, you pay for a lap dance Bro this shit so funny, watch me get reactions Bro, yeah, I'm not tryna have it I looked at your pockets, bitch, I started laughing I got no reason to fault you for your actions Yeah if there's one thing I'm known for, bitch its malice If you gon' talk, make it happen [Pre-Chorus: tropes] Like how can you relate? I can't change your fate, now They say I'm insane, I can't trust a thing now Please elaborate, it do not trust my face at all Talking that shit, get booted off Moronic shit, you stupid dumb [Chorus: tropes] And if you try, you can't make what I make in a month Eating good, spent racks on my lunch Wagyu dinner comin' in clutch, now And if you lie, I could figure you out with a hunch More than just a couple bucks, please don't worry 'bout my luck