Trap Yoga
[Intro: ANKHLEJOHN]
Fuck n***as talking ‘bout, ayy, him lord
You know where the fuck I’m from
Big Lordy
I changed my name to Him Lord though
See everybody like, like, that’s him
Yeah
[Verse 1: ANKHLEJOHN]
This shit sound like the Game of Thrones (Huh?)
Lotta games I ain’t on, say my name wrong and it’s off, yeah
M&P out the window, K ain’t wrong, the beam on
My n***a low temper, he start shooting first if it seem wrong
They gon’ label this as a drug deal gone bad, I know it
Remind me of Blue Hill Avenue, you seen it, I know it
Take it easy when you snorting the coke, kid, you don't wanna turn into a blowfish
Roll the shit, I smoke trees where the policе live (In front of the White Housе)
N***a, I’m sick like Covid
Bitches loved me when I had no kid (The fuck?)
I can't imagine livin’ my life with no drip (How?)
The fit I got on today make no sense (I’m doin’ ‘em dirty)
I had ya’ style back in ‘06 (You n***as late)
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Yeah
Fuck
Yo, check
Look, ayo
It’s cut and dry, you either with it or you ain’t (Uh huh)
Seen the best and worst with my two eyes, baby, I ain't no saint
They lacking fly artistry in the pictures they try to paint
Playing bargain, brand jargon, I’m Don Goggin, I rank uno
Everything I spew puto, in the booth I’m Cujo
Heard ya’ tape scraped, you stoop to a new low (Shit trash)
Only rock the vintage, no new low
Got a thing for fine, slightly toxic women that play a role like Cuoco
Remember every weekend was a new [?]
I’m popular
She treat me like a thermometer, [?]
She helped me sell my acid, had her on some ghetto shaman stuff
Dangerous, still’ll try to line you up
N***a, nah, we ain’t the same, our cloth way different, this shit a finer cut
Made from all of my trials and tribulations, designed in blood
Mommy told me go and get a job, I went a found a plug (Uh huh)
Forever hustlin’, really, my n***a, I’ll sell more than drugs (Fact)
You what I call a scrub
Lately I’d rather do it for the love, money’s a plus, just pay it all to us
You n***as covered all in rust, washed up
Started with hard luck, caught charges from livin’ in the rush
I leveled up, became a smarter crook, learnt more finesses
Cut the middleman out the picture, saw bigger extras (Cash)
Forever fuck you and who next up, just make sure that the check cut
Motherfucka
Fuck n***as talking ‘bout, ayy, him lord
You know where the fuck I’m from
Big Lordy
I changed my name to Him Lord though
See everybody like, like, that’s him
Yeah
[Verse 1: ANKHLEJOHN]
This shit sound like the Game of Thrones (Huh?)
Lotta games I ain’t on, say my name wrong and it’s off, yeah
M&P out the window, K ain’t wrong, the beam on
My n***a low temper, he start shooting first if it seem wrong
They gon’ label this as a drug deal gone bad, I know it
Remind me of Blue Hill Avenue, you seen it, I know it
Take it easy when you snorting the coke, kid, you don't wanna turn into a blowfish
Roll the shit, I smoke trees where the policе live (In front of the White Housе)
N***a, I’m sick like Covid
Bitches loved me when I had no kid (The fuck?)
I can't imagine livin’ my life with no drip (How?)
The fit I got on today make no sense (I’m doin’ ‘em dirty)
I had ya’ style back in ‘06 (You n***as late)
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Yeah
Fuck
Yo, check
Look, ayo
It’s cut and dry, you either with it or you ain’t (Uh huh)
Seen the best and worst with my two eyes, baby, I ain't no saint
They lacking fly artistry in the pictures they try to paint
Playing bargain, brand jargon, I’m Don Goggin, I rank uno
Everything I spew puto, in the booth I’m Cujo
Heard ya’ tape scraped, you stoop to a new low (Shit trash)
Only rock the vintage, no new low
Got a thing for fine, slightly toxic women that play a role like Cuoco
Remember every weekend was a new [?]
I’m popular
She treat me like a thermometer, [?]
She helped me sell my acid, had her on some ghetto shaman stuff
Dangerous, still’ll try to line you up
N***a, nah, we ain’t the same, our cloth way different, this shit a finer cut
Made from all of my trials and tribulations, designed in blood
Mommy told me go and get a job, I went a found a plug (Uh huh)
Forever hustlin’, really, my n***a, I’ll sell more than drugs (Fact)
You what I call a scrub
Lately I’d rather do it for the love, money’s a plus, just pay it all to us
You n***as covered all in rust, washed up
Started with hard luck, caught charges from livin’ in the rush
I leveled up, became a smarter crook, learnt more finesses
Cut the middleman out the picture, saw bigger extras (Cash)
Forever fuck you and who next up, just make sure that the check cut
Motherfucka