2nd In Command
TRAINS

Chorus:

Twin bitches running trains, I'm vibing
Lotta drugs on my horizon
Tip-toeing round the room, fast car go zoom
Trippin balls off shrooms, got me miming
Bitch pressing me but don't know heimlich
Bitch, get the fuck outta my climate
Bitch, get the fuck outta my climate
Bitch, get the fuck outta my climate (x2)


Verse:

My pronouns are Bout/Bands
Your network is a tin can
My man window dressing
Keep the pressure up, he fuck with sand
Why you bragging bout another mans wrist?
Meanwhile, I pull up with Captain Underpants fizz, uh
Dick so big, over encumber that bitch
She loving the lumber, the lumber ain't damaged
She go Ed Gein, way she make me a chair
Switching my mans, I got otters and bears
I'm counting up, repping Ptolemy stares
Faggots incoming, beware, uh
Pull up like Goofy- end of line
We watch a movie and she likes
Watching her smile, fuck she shine
Skewer that bitch like my dick is a pike
All your friends fake, you belong at Fosters
Movies we making are getting me Oscars, uh
Fucking that bitch 200 ways, throw me around like a jobber
I fuck with men, women, all body types
If your mom lookin bad, fuck it, I'm Wanda Sykes
Wanna ride like a trike, I got 3 dicks, it's aight
Imma drink till I'm blind- fuck a light, I'm goated
Whoa, fucking, bumping Lil Baby
45 bucks on my wrist, lavish lately
Driving used cars, but to me that's a Mercedes
Got a problem with it, bitch, fuck you, pay me
See me in your GF house, she a Stan again
Told you do sumn bout it, you a mannequin
She tryna lend a hand like she Anakin
Moving with force on my shit

Chorus:

Twin bitches running trains, I'm vibing
Lotta drugs on my horizon
Tip-toeing round the room, fast car go zoom
Trippin balls off shrooms, got me miming
Bitch pressing me but don't know heimlich
Bitch, get the fuck outta my climate
Bitch, get the fuck outta my climate
Bitch, get the fuck outta my climate (x2)