Troll Me

(album: Where The Shooters Be - 2022)

Come here

Heard niggas been speaking on my name, saying this and that
What
Face shot'll crack your head like a baseball bat
Come on
Watch out shots fired
Don't get your baseball smacked
Come on
Watch out

Don't get it hit, I put choppers in the hood
Told my youngest, do a skit (don't do, son)
He got caught he know he good
He getting out 'cause niggas rich
Buy 'em out
Rich now
Buy 'em out

Yeah, bon him out
Niggas hiding, keep dissing we gon' find him out
Come on
Heard the last nigga got caught leaving his mamma house
Come on
Huh, caught him lacking
This bitch freaky she eat dick and all you hear is this bitch smacking
Slap the fooly on the forty, turned this bitch to automatic
Flex
Chased the opp down in my jewelry, residue all on my Patek
Shit
I mean Patek, this a Cartier
On my wrist I ain't even got it yet
Copped a couple mils my first deal I ain't even gotta flex
Seven six two's spitting out that K
Look like it's talking shit
Chopper ain't valet but this shit here just made him park his whip

Made him park it
If it's smoke up in the air then we gon' spark it
Sleazy-ass niggas wrap the shirts, we ain't ever need the shiesty masks
No
Throw my bro a Perc
He pop it, he get on your ass
Pop it
Glizzy gang, first ones in the city that started playing with them switchy thangs
Took the buttons off, turned them switches on them glizzy thangs
We the goats
She eat babies, I put semen down her throat
Come on
Come here freaky bitch swallow this dick until you choke
Nasty let me slut her out, she was classy