Traumatised

Uh, if boy'dem pull up
 Know I'm cutting first
 I was upset when bro got first blood
 'Cause I tried cuttin' first
 This white girl more than average
 Make my number jerk
 These dotty pellets spread
 That's worse than a fuckin' germ
 Erm, what's gonna help me live my bestest life?
 Money up, bestest times
 Them times, bro was still alive
 I know he's gone, but he's still that guy
 I've seen man get shot and stabbed
 Never left me traumatizеd
 Real niggas turnin' fake
 Left mе more surprised
 I'll air out man for Jung
 He'll do the same for me, I love that guy
 Bando settings with some digi' scales
 And number nine
 If we put our phone on flight mode
 We'll be done by nine
 Music pays, it's kind of a'ight
 I still want a shot of Miley Cy'
 Huh, got Miley Cyrus
 Opp shots know my name
 Not my real one, if they did
 I prob' would've caught a case
 I'm the hood's hottest topic
 Might end up on Hall Of Fame
 Can't get my shank mixed up with bro's
 Me and him don't bore the same
 I'm way too fly, even when I don't pack my bags
 I'm board the plane
 Dip game nine, don't believe me?
 Go ask what's his face
 CCTV don't mean shit if you mask up properly, ayy
 That's cap, got members with me
 Put you in check if you don't move properly, ayy
 I got a savage with me
 Turn shit ugly like some morning face
 Big homie aim for chest and up
 No feet like Tory Lanez
 A pagan estate just got taped
 No cap, I'm all to blame
 Got haters 'round me
 The more I better myself, the more they hate
 No pagan ho' can't look in my direction
 Walk my way
 No opp boy cancelled plans
 That vid' still got recorded, ayy
 Streets is fake, rap game worse
 I don't even wanna participate
 Me and Kodak Black alike
 I don't even rap, I illustrate
 Have you ever rode on the opps?
 Scared face showin', "Please, don't shoot me"
 I ain't taking check
 Better check your tone when you're chatting to me
 Scrolling through Instagram
 This one's the baddest cutie
 But, if she ain't got more than ten put down
 She can't be bad and bougie
 Got TT cats, don't screw me
 Can't say the same 'cause your ting meady
 I made more money in jail
 Than your boyfriend made on road
 I ain't tryna be cheeky
 Too much cats, I ain't tryna be greedy
 Too much waps, I ain't tryna be swinging arms
 Baby mum, don't leave me
 So, scoring points is easy for me
 Sometimes I wonder how much
 The yutes I beef wanna be me
 All these bad bitches wanna beat me
 Snakes dressed up as friends, wanna pree me
 No cappin' man, believe me
 Grew up in stolen cars
 When we go on glides, we turn the headlights off
 So they know wagwan
 Wagwan