Lunch Trey - Tardy

It'd be the end of the world the day that I lose
Packs in the back when I go on my cruise
Friends in the back and they all rollin' doobs
Step out the house and my face on the news
Bitch in the coup and she sayin' I'm wavey
Sayin she like me starts callin' me baby
Sayin I'm crazy, and callin' me lazy
Move on to the next bitch cuz I swap em daily
She actin angry I'm on the tv
I cannot help people lookin' at me
I cannot help my love for THC
Blowin the green and puffin down the trees
Killing spree the way I murder beats
Fuck em up on a track like trains under the streets
I'll go to London on planes with Tay Keith
Go out to dinner with my friend Mike Dean
I feel like Travis when I'm stargazing (It's Lit!)
Feel like a mountain over a prairie
Feel like the greatest when bitches on me
Feel like I made it when in VIP
The way I be actin, deserve an Emmy
One day a Grammy the way I can sing
In the pit bumpin' when I'm performing
Head boppin my shit, until both my ears ring
I had a bitch, she was a fling
I had a homie, he was my wing
Sprained my arm skating so needed a sling
To me I'm still rising, to others I'm king
They say they love you but quit supporting
Roll with my team and then I let them eat
I say fuck an op and fuck an enemy
I'm not gonna give em hand outs just for free
Day one homies brother on the beat
We homies now shootin' ball in the street
We brothers now through all this industry
Even before we kept it interesting

We roll up the party
Both clutchin' Bacardi
Look so fuckin good that's why I roll up tardy
Bitch look like a barbie
Clutchin' on the forty
Came with your bitch and left with two more shawtys

Came with your bitch and left with two more shawtys

My crew go bananas
Get boys out the slammers
Hit cans with a hammer to shotgun the beer
My business manners
Show up in pajamas
Been here for 2 minutes but I can smell fear

They ask what's that smell, some loud in the mail
Straight from the goldens, avoidin' the jail
What in my hand, an alcohol grail
Slam that shit down when the pigs on my trail
They move like snails
I move under the rails
Put the dope on the scale
All hail all hail
Didn't go to yale
Still no way I can fail
Put that wax on the nail
Put more dope up for sale

We roll up the party
Both clutchin' Bacardi
Look so fuckin good that's why I roll up tardy
Bitch look like a barbie
Clutchin' on the forty
Came with your bitch and left with two more shawtys

We roll up the party
Both clutchin' Bacardi
Look so fuckin good that's why I roll up tardy
Bitch look like a barbie
Clutchin' on the forty
Came with your bitch and left with two more shawtys

Written by:
T Mullin, Trey Mullin

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