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hermès freestyle - trey, the stunna lyrics

[intro]
listen up pluto

[verse 1]
heard that n*gga mad, they way i be stepping on his team
you see the beam through my scope, i bet you thought it was a dream
with my dream team euro stepping, hermès on my feet
b*tch you thought that sh*t was sweet?
it ain’t cute, you for the streets
while riding in my foreign, better be in the back seat
you can’t play with my team, if you ain’t fit the theme
choppa bussing out like god, you better bow before me
you better run it up for me, i don’t play, can you see
you see the switches and dracs, every color hit your feet
when the drums hit your block, i make you feel the f*cking heat
i’m talking real f*cking heat, like the drums on the beat
call me moneybagg yo, b*tch i thought you said sum?
how the f*ck you running commas and your money not dumb
i can’t play with you n*ggas, i send them youngins out for that
main b*tch stepping for me, so you know i watch my back
and we smoking on the opps, you see their souls through the smoke
i bet you thought it was a joke, the last n*gga was a coke
who the f*ck you think you playing, if you n*ggas not me
you see the pendant on my chest, call me king kong with the piece
[kodak black]
look at me hey
i don’t stay in the project anymore
i’m not a project baby anymore
imma suburban

[beat switch]

[verse 2]
in my f*cking hermes, b*tch you see the way i’m stepping
all my n*ggas in cut, how the f*ck you think we getting
we get the money everyday, doubled it the next day
cause i’m out here paving ways, and you can’t keep the pace
b*tch, stay in yo place, you never said it to my face
pressing n*ggas, f*ck the case, but you making minimum wage
this my age, f*ck your page, b*tch i’m coming for the summer
all you n*ggas, talking hot sh*t, so we pop out in the winter
every pole that we spin, i see a p*ssy he getting shot
i ain’t never take the pressure, get the f*ck from my spot
all you n*ggas talk a lot, bout the money you don’t got
so when we pop out at the spot, it’s goosebumps i’m travis scott
b*tch, you f*cking with a god, i be stunting on all these n*ggas
see the money stacking up, f*ck a drill we counting figures
fit the frame not picture, but you
n*ggas twitter fingers
all these wanna be k!llers, but they never pulling triggers

- trey the stunna lyrics

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