(TROY NoKA)
Why you thinking half empty?
I fill my cup
Yeah theses haters gon envy, like Troy gon cut
Still got them big wheels, like toys R us
Pull up like the Flintstones with the wood grain
Been having hoes on me since pinky and the brain
sh**
Swerve on these clowns like im bruce wayne
sh**
Bomb on theses n***as like Klu Klux Klan
sh**
These rappers soft as my nubuck tims
Beats hot like the summer, vegas sunny days
I grip franklins, while yaw paper just run away
Maybe its the vapors or that b**ha**-ness
Heres a toast to my haters
This sh** cla**ic
This is for my players, hustlers, dealers
Real bad b**hes with they mind on they figures
If you feeling so fresh, put ya hands in the sky
We gon shine like the fourth of july
Feeling so fly
I can touch the sky
You know im feeling it
(DOM KENNEDY)
Players, hoes, money, gold
A 650 bemer tell me where you wanna go
We headed back to vegas never do much sleeping
She ain't got a man, never do much cheating
Champagne gang spend to much drinking
She wanna tongue kiss we don't do much speaking
French papers hella weed
If she not smoking tell her leave
Who that, who that telling me
She take cold showers to my last LP
Uh uh
Then she told me im her favorite rapper
And then she showed me im her favorite rapper
(TROY NoKA)
This is for my players, hustlers, dealers
Real bad b**hes with they mind on they figures
If you feeling so fresh, put ya hands in the sky
We gon shine like the fourth of july
Feeling so fly
I can touch the sky
You know im feeling it