DeuceZ - Low Bra** Trumpet lyrics

[Verse 1] Boxing on the school playground Wigga this is my town Where a wigga don't need no gun Just a smarta** mouth on the run First grade playing world domination Now what were you wiggas saying Oh yeah, that's right, nothing, wigga That ain't even close to a shocker Cuz the last one you saw was being operated by a doctor To shock your mind back to the pad And now this sh**'s got you mad Well take it, wigga And go feed it to another wigga Man you can't be serious Man why saying this sh** Because I f**ing can wigga Because I'm the f**ing man wigga [Chorus] Do you hear that bra** That's the sound of a young wigga kicking a** Real life drama Bombing a few bridges Ain't taking nothing from bad b**hes [Verse 2] My ears have been polluted since the fifth grade That's where my desire for rap was made And I was more than afraid All my cla**mates would just make fun of me even more And every girl I just wanted to call a titanic who*e But this is something that's been cooking up in my kitchen And I feel like going The Blacker The Berry on the a** of a hobgoblin To get back at all of f*ggots from HomeTown This is more than just being stressed and being depressed This is like being stabbed in the chest By that Goddamn b**h Southwest And all of these thoughts haunt me Tyler, The Creator has been creeping on me Ever since the eighth grade [Chorus] [Verse 3] That low bra** trumpet, that trombone Too good for you to own You can call me that Trombo*er It's pretty sad that an instrument has something you've never had hater It's either that or I'm using every curse word And talking like some damn hypocrite gangster, word But yet I still go to church every Sunday Pre-Monday That's the fun day Other than Friday and Saturday Where I got J. Cole blasting in one ear And Eminem in the other you hear [Chorus (x2)]