[Intro: tropes]
(Kuru)
(Hi, doc!)
(Lito)
(I don't think I can love you anymore)

[Verse 1: tropes]
Uh, I have no clue what you talkin' bout
If you come into my crib, watch where you walking now
Yeah, I'm with my whole clique, yeah, we mobbin' out
If you hold some shit against me, we can talk it out
If you fuck with gravee (Graavem1nd), shots at your home
We gon' put holes in yo' chest and in yo' clothes
I can't even rock wit' you, yeah, you do the most
Load this shit like chrome, I don't know

[Pre-Chorus: tropes]
Like how can you relate? I can't change your fate, now
They say I'm insane, I can't trust a thing now
Please elaborate, it do not trust my face at all
Talking that shit, get booted off
Moronic shit, you stupid dumb

[Chorus: tropes]
And if you try, you can't make what I make in a month
Eating good, spent racks on my lunch
Wagyu dinner comin' in clutch, now
And if you lie, I could figure you out with a hunch
More than just a couple bucks, please don't worry 'bout my luck
[Verse 2: tropes]
If they talking on me, it's yo' last chance
I got hoes up on me, you pay for a lap dance
Bro this shit so funny, watch me get reactions
Bro, yeah, I'm not tryna have it
I looked at your pockets, bitch, I started laughing
I got no reason to fault you for your actions
Yeah if there's one thing I'm known for, bitch its malice
If you gon' talk, make it happen

[Pre-Chorus: tropes]
Like how can you relate? I can't change your fate, now
They say I'm insane, I can't trust a thing now
Please elaborate, it do not trust my face at all
Talking that shit, get booted off
Moronic shit, you stupid dumb

[Chorus: tropes]
And if you try, you can't make what I make in a month
Eating good, spent racks on my lunch
Wagyu dinner comin' in clutch, now
And if you lie, I could figure you out with a hunch
More than just a couple bucks, please don't worry 'bout my luck