Trojan - Chief Keef, Tadoe

Bands all fill my pockets, bitch I’m stuck in my glory

Copped a Porsche Cayenne and then I stuck it on forges

Sipping all this drink like we just got it imported

Smoking on your rent and bitch I’m sipping your mortgage

What it is

Don’t play with me, play with your kids (aye)

Accelerate, my shit wiggle like a little fish

Let em hate, stop acting like a little bitch (aye)

The shit we tote play longer tape on Datpiff

Sosa, niggas hoes, give em ass shots

In the field posted on the bad block (aye)

In the spot, we got mad Glocks (aye)

Niggas softer than a mascot (aye)

Hit the lean than I snoozed off (aye)

Red beam your nose, call you Rudolph (aye)

Don’t make us push your cushion, you’re too soft (aye)

Your bitch got up on my stage and got boo’d off

You know you ain’t trapping hard as me lil nigga (aye)

You know I am who you wanna be lil nigga (aye)

I’m rolling hard up with my teeth lil nigga

Dirty-thirty clean shit up like beach lil nigga

Niggas out here faking (aye)

And I just want the cake bitch and

My daughter want a bracelet (aye) so I just got to face it (aye)

Roll up a blunt and then I don’t eat

That is for the moment

For the money, I’ll postpone it

We warriors, no trojan

My ice like police, it’ll freeze a nigga

Got me cole like Keisha, nigga

Now I’m colder than a pizza nigga

Fresher than a kid on Easter nigga

My bitch be mad I can’t reach her nigga

With a bitch more yellow than Lisa nigga

In the trap lil boy I’m your teacher

Then smoke a pound for no reason

Starring like she ain’t never seen a star

700 horse, you ever seen this car

Fuck A’s and B’s, we wanted A’s and R’s

Never let a ride hoe paper dawg

Grand hustle, we on our paper trail

In lower Kane Leaving tire trails

Please don’t make us start burning shit cause we love how that fire smells

Glory boys they up to something

You already know we bumming

Checks keep coming, steady thumbing

My niggas ain’t for nothing

Tripping over designer, Im so clumsy

Going off the wall like Humpty Dumpty

They tryna give me life they gotta chase me

If you want me to show up you gotta pay me

Remember when I couldn’t even afford a Tracy

Now every fucking blunt be a Tray, see

Put the Glock in the middle your eyes and your McGrady

And after you go through them you gotta face me

Niggas out here faking

And I just want the cake bitch and

My daughter want a bracelet (aye) so I just got to face it (aye)

Roll up a blunt and then I don’t eat

That is for the moment

For the money I’ll postpone it

We warriors, no trojan (aye)