TRIX

[Intro: Yvng Mully]
Aye, yeah
What?

[Chorus: Yvng Mully]
Hopped in a brand new whip, yeah
Fucked on a brand new bitch, yeah
I might have COVID, I’m sick, yeah
It’s like fifteen on my wrist, yeah
She not a rabbit, but she pulling tricks, aye

[Verse 1: Yvng Mully]
One day, I’ll make an M in a day, uh, yeah
Hopped in a brand new Wraith, ah
Yeah, put it on god, yeah
Put it on my mama, put it on my dad, uh
I got enough, yeah
Beg for a verse, and I’ll send you to God, and I ain’t talking church, uh
Rest of this song, I will not curse
What the frick, just kidding, suck my dick, yeah
Fifteen on my wrist, yeah, you ain’t do shit
Man, I’m cropping you out of a pic, uh
Yeah, alright, your total comes to five-thousand
Don’t give a shit, don’t need the price
Ain’t nothing nice, yeah, I’m doing alright
Fly like a kitе, I’mma stop playing [?]
My bitch is all horny and shit, yeah
I got the drak’, but no sandra’s rose
Fuck thе whole game just like Amber Rose, yeah
Just fucked your mama and your hoe
Suck on her titty and toes, yeah
"So are you gonna check out, or...?"
Shut the fuck up, I’m gonna buy it
Just let me do all of my rhyming, uh
[?]
We don’t go on diets, uh
On my next song, lil’ bitch I’m climbing, yeah
Aye, cooking the bars up, Bobby Flay
And I’m still young, ain’t talking Trae
But I’ll splash a Trey up in your face, we do not play

[Chorus: Yvng Mully]
Hopped in a brand new whip, yeah
Fucked on a brand new bitch, yeah
I’ma have COVID, I’m sick, yeah
It’s like fifteen on my wrist, yeah
She not a rabbit, but she pulling tricks, aye

[Verse 2: Zymic]
Doing tricks like cereal, but no Cheerios
They ask me who I think’s the illest kid, well I’m clearly bro
They fear me though, like here we go
Another kid that thinks that they’re the one we fear the most (Exactly)
Came in last place with Gatsb7
Eating on the beat that’s Zaxby’s (Aye)
Got delivery like a taxi
And my boy Mully’s tryna gas me, aye!
Sir can you chill out?
Oh, I’m sorry can you get out (Ha ha)
I’m taking off on a new rout
Killing beats, killing beats, get the news out
Horns on my head- I’m a goat, that’s why (That's right)
If you think you’re better then me, ha
Well, you told yourself a lie (Ha ha)
I’m about to copy the time like reels (Tick Tock Tick Tock)
I’m about to roll on this beat like a wheel
You’re just a squeaker, all you do is squeal
Well your music’s trash, so how does that feel?
Hit you with the dumb five times like 6ix9ine
Doesn’t matter if it did or didn’t rhyme
What you mean boy? I’ve been fine
I’m not a rabbit, but I’m doing tricks when I’m rapping
I’m panic attacking, you got so much skills that you’re lacking
Severe will be here for years, but the end is near
I’ll see you guys, Severe