Always Trading

[Intro]
YCOE
(South Carolina finest)
I can't lie, I'm geeked up
(Four3va)
Huh, and that's on God

[Verse]
Nigga, I been on my own shit
A twenty-ball and thirty-ball, that'll get you gone quick (That lil' boy gone)
I just lent my dog the AMG
A nigga know I'm renegadin', ain't no nigga checkin' me (The fuck he talkin' 'bout?)
Backseat action with some fine shit, let that ho roll my prevay
Just put the mic down, boy, you gay
I knew school wasn't in the picture when they kicked me out of Mays
My young nigga can't never keep a Glock, he always Drac'
This ho keep sayin' I'm the one, she somethin' like Billie Jean
All this dogshit stuffed inside my pants, I can't hold up my jeans
My mama told me quit it, but I keep pourin' up lean
And one ho told me that she can't live without me, what do you mean? (What do you mean?)
I'm stuffin' opps inside this blunt, they can't fit in a Sweet or rilly
She came to me lookin' for love, I'm sorry, girl, I'm not romantic
In the Porsche 911, you know this bitch panoramic
I'm really carryin' all these niggas on my back, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick Cannon)
All my niggas wildin' out, ho, be my valentine
Once we up on the score, they ain't comin' back, I'm nothin' like Ryan (Nothin' like the Falcons)
I bought a Carti', I'm still runnin' out of time
So many bodies droppin', seem like everybody dyin'
All these niggas be cap rappin', seem like everybody lyin'
Let another nigga tell it, all these other niggas slidin'
Just from stickin' to the code, he gotta be behind walls ridin'
A lotta shit come with the streets, I can't even lie, and that's on God (And that's on God)

[Outro]
Huh, huh
Huh, YCOE, YCOE, YCOE
Huh, huh
I'm geeked up, I'm geeked up