"Trophies" lyrics
Quando Rondo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
(Cxb, know he go crazy)
One time, one time send it up to the savior
(Hey DVOSK)
Uh
(Yo Vicky)
Oh-oh
One time send a prayer to the savior
This for my nigga locked in prison, or the one in the graveyard (Oh-oh)
Inshallah, can you do me a favor?
Open my eyes so I can separate the real from the fake ones (Yeah)
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before we load up and spin it (Boom)
Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket, if the catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin' ten up in prison
We was born to take a fall, that's just the color our skin is
Babygirl, I need you on my side just from the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda house, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
Unc' said, "Don't pull that heater out unless you shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the Fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin' like Timmy
California reppin', independent, pistol slangin', I'm bangin'
To the day I die, you know I'm in it, until then, I maintain it
I tote that fire
Peezy a trapper, fifty-five for a painkiller
He don't comply, he got to die
You see that rapper, I stained him
Three-hundred-thousand up in twenties
Who go the hardest? We catch him
Cob, he record me like a artist, met that boy up in Texas
Pab tryna dodge these RICO charges like Young Thug, that my best friend
Bitch, I'm a problem and I promise, you gon' leave on a stretcher
And I just wanna rock this size, from Miami to Texas
Plain Jane Rollie on my wife, I spent a buck on a neckless
Say, "Lil' whoadie, I'm just grindin', tryna run me a check up"
He spent six-figures on her body back-to-back, she next up
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before we load up and spin it (Boom)
Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket, if the catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin' ten up in prison
We was born to take a fall, that's just the color our skin is
Babygirl, I need you on my side just from the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda house, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
Unc' said, "Don't pull that heater out unless you shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the Fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin' like Timmy
You know, I ain't, I ain't really trippin' on this shit that they call life
You know, 'cause we live to die, you know?
You know, I'ma die filthy rich though, you know? Fuck 'em
One time, one time send it up to the savior
(Hey DVOSK)
Uh
(Yo Vicky)
Oh-oh
One time send a prayer to the savior
This for my nigga locked in prison, or the one in the graveyard (Oh-oh)
Inshallah, can you do me a favor?
Open my eyes so I can separate the real from the fake ones (Yeah)
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before we load up and spin it (Boom)
Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket, if the catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin' ten up in prison
We was born to take a fall, that's just the color our skin is
Babygirl, I need you on my side just from the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda house, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
Unc' said, "Don't pull that heater out unless you shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the Fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin' like Timmy
California reppin', independent, pistol slangin', I'm bangin'
To the day I die, you know I'm in it, until then, I maintain it
I tote that fire
Peezy a trapper, fifty-five for a painkiller
He don't comply, he got to die
You see that rapper, I stained him
Three-hundred-thousand up in twenties
Who go the hardest? We catch him
Cob, he record me like a artist, met that boy up in Texas
Pab tryna dodge these RICO charges like Young Thug, that my best friend
Bitch, I'm a problem and I promise, you gon' leave on a stretcher
And I just wanna rock this size, from Miami to Texas
Plain Jane Rollie on my wife, I spent a buck on a neckless
Say, "Lil' whoadie, I'm just grindin', tryna run me a check up"
He spent six-figures on her body back-to-back, she next up
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before we load up and spin it (Boom)
Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket, if the catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin' ten up in prison
We was born to take a fall, that's just the color our skin is
Babygirl, I need you on my side just from the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda house, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
Unc' said, "Don't pull that heater out unless you shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the Fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin' like Timmy
You know, I ain't, I ain't really trippin' on this shit that they call life
You know, 'cause we live to die, you know?
You know, I'ma die filthy rich though, you know? Fuck 'em
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Tyquian Bowman, Jacoby Cherry, Victor Carvalho Ferreira, Marcus Richard, Daniel Voskoboynik
