Bring Back Trump

[Chorus: RoadRun CMoe]
Ayy, I can't be fucked with
Tryna [?] me for a sucker, she a dumb
Tryna play me for a sucker, she a dumb bitch
Vacations on the islands, my young niggas love to punch trips
[?] rolled the spot, but we mixed it in with crumpets
EDD done fucked it up, bring back Trump
I just bought some candy lows and told him it was Runtz (Told him it was Runtz)
Niggas think it's sweet, banana clips will turn him chumps

[Verse 1: RoadRun CMoe]
Chrome Heart wallet train, ice just like a punk
Appreciate the profit, but right now it's fuck a friend (Nigga)
I bought my 'fit off 'bows, I ain't never use a dump, bitch
Fucked him down, I gamble everything, I won't punch shit
I just met a bitch from DA and she say she got a business
You gon' cherish one just like it when you comin' from the trenches
I can show you how to stack this pape', why you keep a distance?
For Christmas, I be still lit like Jehova Witness
Supreme shorts and overalls, I feel like a farmer
A deuce of Wock' in lemonade, this an Arnold Palmer (Look)
Tweakin' out in Christian, I feel like I'm Jeffery Dahmer
I taught her in the game, so it's only right I arm her

[Chorus: RoadRun CMoe]
Ayy, I can't be fucked with
Tryna [?] me for a sucker, she a dumb
Tryna play me for a sucker, she a dumb bitch
Vacations on the islands, my young niggas love to punch trips
[?] rolled the spot, but we mixed it in with crumpets
EDD done fucked it up, bring back Trump
I just bought some candy lows and told him it was Runtz (Told him it was Runtz)
Niggas think it's sweet, banana clips will turn him chumps

[Verse 2: Yung Hood]
They went broke after PPP, ain't no more EDD
I'm a slum baby, bitch, I still fuck with hoes with EBT
I be bustin' moves for the pack, I hit his ass with a DDT
Got a play on the box of lows, I sold his ass some CBD
Who got beef? Ten racks make my nigga spin like he a DVD
I was ballin', the smallest nigga on the court like I was CP3
I'ma slide and move the 'bows, they tell me that I'm MVP
Turn niggas' ass to hashtags and have 'em puttin' R.I.P
Ain't no pity on them fools, but I got chains on like I'm Mr. T
Ridin' offset with a Carti B, sippin' juice look like I need some sleep
Just like O6, all the True on got me thinkin' that I'm Chief Keef
It's no limit on the 'bows inside my hood, they call me Master P (Uh)

[Chorus: RoadRun CMoe]
Ayy, I can't be fucked with (I can't—)
Tryna [?] me for a sucker, she a dumb
Tryna play me for a sucker, she a dumb bitch
Vacations on the islands, my young niggas love to punch trips
[?] rolled the spot, but we mixed it in with crumpets
EDD done fucked it up, bring back Trump
I just bought some candy lows and told him it was Runtz (Told him it was Runtz)
Niggas think it's sweet, banana clips will turn him chumps