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where they do that - trxggatre lyrics

[intro: gary vee]
i…don’t look at anybody else. i have no f*cking idea what you guys are up to, and i sh*t on myself everyday. i critique everything i do, everything is my fault…period, end of story

[chorus]
you want the bag, you want cash
but you on yo ass, man where they do that?
faking on twitter, faking on snap(ch*ch)
dawg you all cap, man where they do that?
throwing dirt on yo homie
behind his back, d*mn that sh*t wack
man where they do that?
p*ssy is more important than the stacks?
you gotta relax, man where they do that?

[verse 1]
checking my phone, hearing it ring
on the other end my n*gga t
“man has it dropped? has it released?
leave it to me, woulda dropped it last week”
i hear what you saying, that was the plan
on the bench how a n*gga ain’t playing
like the grinch how a n*gga gone break in
got a wrench for the records i’m breaking
saving, praying, aye man
turn this sh*t up if you got n*ggas hating
only 18, i’m a g.o.a.t in the making
i only send hearts to a chick if we dating
switching the flow like i’m switching the station
only send shots if i feel obligated
bumping gr as i’m riding down mason
not talking hotels, but i put some days in
flow tight like a belt, i don’t need no help
i’m taking this double team all by myself
i’m scoring at will, the cards i was dealt
i took all the pain and wrote what i felt
just find what you need, my library’s yelp
you say you been working, we really can’t tell
we get it, you real, you ain’t gotta yell
i’m praying to god that i’m giving ’em h*ll
[chorus]
you want the bag, you want cash
but you on yo ass, man where they do that?
faking on twitter, faking on snap(ch*ch)
dawg you all cap, man where they do that?
throwing dirt on yo homie
behind his back, d*mn that sh*t wack
man where they do that?
p*ssy is more important than the stacks?
you gotta relax, man where they do that?

[verse 2]
game is on lock and i got the keys(*keys jingle*)
c.t.m.d, that’s closer to my dreams
selling that rock(rock), selling that weed(weed)
path that i’m on i’m not into those things(nah)
n*gga i get it, get to yo green
but please don’t act stupid and make it a scene
cops pull up and they letting it ring(poowww)
blood on yo shirt making tears in her sheets
n*ggas they rapping for deals, sign they whole life away just for some wheels(yuurrnn)
get that advancement and momma some heels
balling on ig they faking for real
risk that i’m taking it could get me k!lled(k!lled)
but if i make it i move to the hills(hills)
as of now, couldn’t buy you a meal
uma thurman, b*tch i’m k!lling for bills
making this sh*t for my n*ggas to feel
success goes to the ones that prevail
i’m tryna get like that boy from the ‘ville
get me the smith and i’m shooting at will(bop, bop, bop, bop)
been overlooked since a n*gga was lil’
rapping my sword wit god as my shield
gotta watch out for the snakes in this field
y’all ain’t no rappers, y’all actors for real(these n*ggas capping)
[outro: a hater]
aye man f*ck that n*gga trxgga man, he thinking he all that
n*gga thinking*talking ’bout some “we capping”….b*tch, i should*mannn, don’t he know i got bands on me. i mean i ain’t got bands on me but…i got some money, sh*t. d*mn that n*gga said*f*ck. i know i ain’t got a coupe i’m still driving a ’97 impala, sh*t. maybe that n*gga is right. f*ck it though, th*, th*, th*, that n*gga still wack to me. ima shoot that n*gga when i see him

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