#TR

(TR, TR, TR, TR, TR, TR)
Yuh, the TR shit yea its stamped
Me and Reed smoking weed bitch we need more hemp
Bet I get geeked put the feins on camp
Boy you don't go no rank, and you not in this camp
Dive in the pussy, I swim like Mike Phelps
Pop me a bean, watch me geek like Cell
When I was on my dick I ain't need no help
Bullets glazing through his head like its gel
I keep a Mac like I don't fuck with dell
Bro on the go, he can't go back to jail
Know you a cheater, she like “how you tell”
Cause I seen you put that boy right through hell
If it was me I send you right to hell
I got the juice, roll a backwood in here
Whippin' up pompano, this is not Rotel
I give her dick, when we hit the hotel
Caught a opp lacking with one hand like Odell
He ain't get money that nigga like “Oh well”
Bro say he dont fuck with foenem
But they used to hang around, just like a toenail
Why you doing they shit that they tell you?
I can see you a bitch boy you don't wanna go there
Why you ask for the method you just got jugged?
How the fuck you got jugged in yo own damn hood?
Big TR shit really understood
This TR shit really here to stay
I can't find you right now but I know where you lay
And these niggas be hoes, swear these niggas be gay
And I'm searching this hoe like her name was Jake
Ian cuffing no hoe, I can't even do a date