Trash Lines & Hooks

Lyrics

Verse: Hold up, can I flex real quick? Got an automatic and it ain't no stick Money in the bags and they call it real thick Ain't no Bengies, all Washington's Roll up to a McDonald's, let me get a number one With a side of fries and some nugs Let me get a whole stack of patties Flexing on your money like the goat and the fatties You say got big bands Name brands and designer But let me ask you something bruh Where did it come from cause we got the same job? Always rolling on E The story of TT Y'all better be quiet We finna rent a car we ain't gon' buy it It's kinda crazy how you wanna be lazy See me on Swazy while chasing, doing my grind Why are you wasting your time flexing all the money for the rhymes Money in the bank, why y'all looking fake? Did a DNA test, y'all so baked Calling me a G, I'm prodigy Killing this like an AKG You doin' okay? Seen some things and it had me think Hoping Tyler's not hitting them drinks Got my ideas like a kitchen sink Play me in a game and I promise you'll sink I'm done, I don't wanna have to run From people talking about their guns Fun, naw, you ain't nothing son Pre-Chorus: It seems like you gotta make a comeback But I don't really wanna go about that "Trash", people calling me that Facts, Imma have to hit you with the facts I'm making my own path, long neck like you a giraffe You's a joke, making me laugh Clap, yea I came back Chorus: I might as well write a book Full of trash lines & hooks Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook But now everyone wanna look I gotta keep them shook Leave them like a crook Accusing me of things that I took Caught them in the mouths like a hook I might as well write a book Full of trash lines & hooks Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook But now everyone wanna look I gotta keep them shook Leave them like a crook Accusing me of things that I took Caught them in the mouths like a hook Verse: Last time I checked I was doing okay Now that I think about it you were a fake Sorry Ty, but I think I'm going my own way So great, big fake, all you did was take Bouta hop in my lane, getting lifts like my crain Aye, watch out, eyes up, everything that I said was too much Prices tags don't come to much, take you to lunch Not a bunch, get that much, Captain Crunch I'm sick of it, I'm flickin' it I'm tellin' the clocks to start tickin' in I'm diggin' it, my lyrics are legitimate They trippin' in, I'm cripplin' All the stacks start triplin' Aye, TT in the buildin' Never chillin' Pre-Chorus: It seems like you gotta make a comeback But I don't really wanna go about that "Trash", people calling me that Facts, Imma have to hit you with the facts I'm making my own path, long neck like you a giraffe You's a joke, making me laugh Clap, yea I came back Chorus: I might as well write a book Full of trash lines & hooks Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook But now everyone wanna look I gotta keep them shook Leave them like a crook Accusing me of things that I took Caught them in the mouths like a hook I might as well write a book Full of trash lines & hooks Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook But now everyone wanna look I gotta keep them shook Leave them like a crook Accusing me of things that I took Caught them in the mouths like a hook