Trophy Floss Lyrics

(Run dat bitch Chico)

Pharaoh,naturally

In the Tone getting it on

Shit Sho ,aite ,yea ,yeah

Catch me in the cut, but don't get lined up like a barber

Turned into a waiter after we fucked, I asked her, do she need some water

I be sonning niggas, but right now, shit, I'm tryna raise my daughter

Right now, I'm ten toes down, telling myself I need to go ten times harder

Told myself I need to evolve, but fuck it, I'm still finna go get a revolver

I try not to be short-tempered, but at times, I still fall shorter

Pool-stick mentality, I'ma hit you, niggaz, from a distance

I hate that me and folks ain't to eye to eye, because I really see that nigga in my vision

I need to subtract some shit I'm doing, so I can add to my years of living

Too much water in a bucket at times, you know, naturally, I get to over-spilling

I'm addicted to this one bitch, I'm starting to feel like she drug dealing

Last hoe went missing no Amber Alert, that's probably why my new hoe named ambition

I be trying not to feed my flaws, but at the same time, they need nutrition

Freaky', mm-hmm, hit me last night, we start doing wrestling positions

Smiling ear to ear when Lo FaceTimed me, he was with his lil' girls at Disney

My lil' folk more addicted to the dice game, more than church folk addicted to religion

I hope these niggas don't trip, cause it can be an early vacation

They wasn't trying to let me in the game at first, but lately, I been doing some penetration

I told God I don't wanna be invited, I don't care if heaven got reservations

My GPS must be wrong, my heart keep ending up in the wrong location

My mama can tell when I'm going through it, I swear she feel her son frustration

Still dropping shit back-to-back, though, I been showing my dedication

I just pulled up to a house that got more fuel than a gas station

I'ma throw my hood up so high, I hope they see it at the space station

Me and my ex used to box all the time, that's why I'm trying to get more into PlayStation

Man, I swear to God, I'm more southside than Frenchy's chicken

My bro player as hell, naturally, that's all of our condition

Even if I was an investor, I still wouldn't get in another nigga business

Right now the dope my main lady and this shit in my cup my mistress

MVP, Larro, aka, scotch tape, you know I like to jump sticky

Ain't no fighting our clothes , but me and Simmo jumping dickies

I was right the whole time, they act like I was dead wrong

I got real love for people that do crack rock

That's probably why my heart bleed Yellowstone

Chopping gang with bro for hours, I remember we had twenty minutes on the phone

Driving a U-Haul truck with my arms broke, you know it hurted me to move on

I can't say a word to my granny, but I still hope she hear my song

I know she probably told Big Moe to turn the speaker on

Just a little bit

Naturally

Fuck you talkin bout