Ay who a birthday? A one two, a one two Countin Not bad for a from the mud I'm a pretty thug
On my looking like I hit the lotto Free money, my dawgs out the yall know God is great and the paper If you ain't a real nigga let me demonstrate
On my looking like I hit the lotto Free money, free my out the yall know God is and the paper straight If you ain't seen a real nigga let me
Troy Ave the wave, all these shores styles, flows all across the board Why I find friends like me Lord? Genuine love, like a dog I got a roof on a few Vs I ain't got no loot, spent it on a few dealers know work worth more than cash 300K for Coke, 400 Traffic out of for the bigger flip In a small buyin bigger clips Runnin down on niggas with a 30 Make they feel it, ya fuckin heard me Blowin on these (ballies?), out the door I leave baby ask me what you tryna know My thing is dough, favourite word is "no" Favourite colour white, it represent the
On my lookin like I hit the lotto Free money, free my dawgs out the know God is great and the paper If you ain't seen a real let me demonstrate
On my birthday lookin like I hit the Free money, free my dawgs out the yall God is and the paper straight If you ain't seen a real nigga let me
Dope Boy Troy a gun clapper Don't ask me no bum rappers I only to my heart and my intuition I'm hearin valid shit, I ain't on no fiction Getting women like ya boy Then I drive em crazy so I'm loafers My newest boo to wear a lot of Fendi She the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny match the ass she for real thick Hoppin out my whip, on my dick Ride for me baby, til you cum Don't stop when you tired, stop when I'm Versace sweatsuit on me velour I ain't sweatin though, I'm boy Fuckin with gangsta shit the long way All about the money like my say
On my looking like I hit the lotto Free money, my dawgs out the yall know God is great and the straight If you ain't seen a real nigga let me
On my looking like I hit the lotto Free money, free my dawgs out the yall God is great and the paper If you ain't seen a nigga let me demonstrate
Big bread and the big in my chest My pop gone now I'm shootin like West Guarantee I'm scorin, young nigga You'll hear about it one of mornings And no real niggas mournin Let one come see me even when I'm Ain't the time, I been through it often Immersed in the shine, still coffins Ave...