Trash Lines & Hooks

Verse:
Hold up, can I flex real quick?
Got an automatic and it ain't no stick
Money in the bags and they call it real thick
Ain't no Bengies, all Washington's
Roll up to a McDonald's, let me get a number one
With a side of fries and some nugs
Let me get a whole stack of patties
Flexing on your money like the goat and the fatties
You say got big bands
Name brands and designer
But let me ask you something bruh
Where did it come from cause we got the same job?
Always rolling on E
The story of TT
Y'all better be quiet
We finna rent a car we ain't gon' buy it
It's kinda crazy how you wanna be lazy
See me on Swazy while chasing, doing my grind
Why are you wasting your time flexing all the money for the rhymes
Money in the bank, why y'all looking fake?
Did a DNA test, y'all so baked
Calling me a G, I'm prodigy
Killing this like an AKG
You doin' okay?
Seen some things and it had me think
Hoping Tyler's not hitting them drinks
Got my ideas like a kitchen sink
Play me in a game and I promise you'll sink
I'm done, I don't wanna have to run
From people talking about their guns
Fun, naw, you ain't nothing son

Pre-Chorus:
It seems like you gotta make a comeback
But I don't really wanna go about that
"Trash", people calling me that
Facts, Imma have to hit you with the facts
I'm making my own path, long neck like you a giraffe
You's a joke, making me laugh
Clap, yea I came back

Chorus:
I might as well write a book
Full of trash lines & hooks
Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook
But now everyone wanna look
I gotta keep them shook
Leave them like a crook
Accusing me of things that I took
Caught them in the mouths like a hook

I might as well write a book
Full of trash lines & hooks
Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook
But now everyone wanna look
I gotta keep them shook
Leave them like a crook
Accusing me of things that I took
Caught them in the mouths like a hook

Verse:
Last time I checked I was doing okay
Now that I think about it you were a fake
Sorry Ty, but I think I'm going my own way
So great, big fake, all you did was take
Bouta hop in my lane, getting lifts like my crain
Aye, watch out, eyes up, everything that I said was too much
Prices tags don't come to much, take you to lunch
Not a bunch, get that much, Captain Crunch
I'm sick of it, I'm flickin' it
I'm tellin' the clocks to start tickin' in
I'm diggin' it, my lyrics are legitimate
They trippin' in, I'm cripplin'
All the stacks start triplin'
Aye, TT in the buildin'
Never chillin'

Pre-Chorus:
It seems like you gotta make a comeback
But I don't really wanna go about that
"Trash", people calling me that
Facts, Imma have to hit you with the facts
I'm making my own path, long neck like you a giraffe
You's a joke, making me laugh
Clap, yea I came back

Chorus:
I might as well write a book
Full of trash lines & hooks
Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook
But now everyone wanna look
I gotta keep them shook
Leave them like a crook
Accusing me of things that I took
Caught them in the mouths like a hook

I might as well write a book
Full of trash lines & hooks
Working in a fast food restaurant as a cook
But now everyone wanna look
I gotta keep them shook
Leave them like a crook
Accusing me of things that I took
Caught them in the mouths like a hook