​at him!

[Chorus: trev mas]
(​​ninetyniiine)
You got me doing things I never would have done before
I got everything I want because I want it more (NOVAGANG)
Drugs leaving my pores, a call from you, I can't ignore
And my heart is sore, you broke the things you fucking swore
Let me at him, just like the apple, turn his ass to atoms
Let me at him, ain't with the subbing, bitch, we just fucking at him
Did it 'cause I'm bored, hotbox the Honda Accord
Left my body floored, I'm buying things you can't afford

[Verse 1: trev mas]
Down the bottle of Patron, it seep through my bones
And she wearing my cologne, this Gucci cologne
Baby, we grown, my love for you written in stone
Passed out right on the couch, I'm sniffing acetone
Double park the whip
I call his bluff so bitch, we double up the chips
Took a dub, everyone before me, they a fucking bitch
They all know what's up, how I flood the wrist
Keep on talking, we turning his ass to shark bait
She look good in nothing, increasing my heart rate
This Glock, it got some stamina (Glock it got some stamina)
Beat him bloody, somebody go call the janitor

[Chorus: trev mas]
You got me doing things I never would have done before
I got everything I want because I want it more
Drugs leaving my pores, a call from you, I can't ignore
And my heart is sore, you broke the things you fucking swore
Let me at him, just like the apple, turn his ass to atoms
Let me at him, ain't with the subbing, bitch, we just fucking at him
Did it 'cause I'm bored, hotbox the Honda Accord
Left my body floored, I'm buying things you can't afford

[Verse 2: bodyGaard]
(Aha, what?)
Laugh to the bank, made my ties hurt
You say you're in the field, not what I heard
Yeah, we lucky if you end up on a t-shirt
Why don't you quit talking shit and get some bands first
Spin your 59FIFTY
I'm the type to pull up to your home and make it busy
[?] we hoppin' in the whip, it's spinning quickly
I don't need a Glock cause I know [?] gonna hit me
Quick to turn a function to a tagging tournament
When my song is on, got the drummin' in your set
If I take your spot then I can guarantee it's permanent
Oh, your mans went missing since like when? That's unfortunate
Do you wanna die?
Quite a simple question, I could really take your life
Do you have a clue of who you're looking in the eyes?
Get the Glocks to read up on me like the Lord of the Flies
I'ma leave you in the dirt, send your soul to the sky

[Chorus: trev mas]
You got me doing things I never would have done before
I got everything I want because I want it more
Drugs leaving my pores, a call from you, I can't ignore
And my heart is sore, you broke the things you fucking swore
Let me at him, just like the apple, turn his ass to atoms
Let me at him, ain't with the subbing, bitch, we just fucking at him
Did it 'cause I'm bored, hotbox the Honda Accord
Left my body floored, I'm buying things you can't afford