Trauma Tone
His name is Kino Beats
Got 'em pissed, got 'em mad
Got 'em pissed, got 'em mad
Yeah, had to get in my bag
In my bag, yeah
Oh, they didn't think that I could last
Thinkin' this shit sweet, I'll put them killers on your ass
How you from the east and you can't even get a pack? (Whoa-whoa)
I hang with lions, tigers, bare
Hard ballin', ain't a nigga I'm gon' spare
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware (they aware)
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here (whoa, yeah)
It's a lot of bosses up in here
Hit 'em with brick, just like Craig (woah!)
If they plan to get dropped, then it's that (drop!)
Ric Flair (Flair), Beanie Sigel, I feel it in the air
Put an eagle on your head
They gon' lay eggs and fled
Hope I don't wake up tomorrow with regret (with regret)
I woke up with a bottle in my bed (ooh)
Fuck her 'til the eyes roll to the back of my head (mm-hmh)
Ballin' with some niggas that's 'bout what they said, yeah
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware (they aware)
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here (there's a lot of us in this bitch)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (yeah)
Cautious of snakes, but often bosses relate
I broke down a quarter of weight on a white porcelain plate
I woke up feelin' marvelous today (I did)
Y'all think I flossed with this cake
But that show money help my dog with his case (for my niggaa)
Yeah, I still feel it when I pass through ghettos (pass through ghettos)
Y'all had to settle we turned to family into Griselda Fashion Rebels
Six months in the trap, that's a May to November run
Real shit, you not a boss 'til you make your nigga one
I hang with lions, tigers, bare
Hard ballin', ain't a nigga I'm gon' spare
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware (they aware)
You gettin' money, they aware (yeah)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (yeah)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (look)
She know who the boss is, I bounce back from my losses
Bust the AP flawless (huh?)
From that pot and that fork shit (talk to 'em)
Mayweather money, beat up them charges
Too much drip that's why the closet
Is bigger than your apartment (haha)
I give her backshots until I empty my cartridge
Fuckin' her on the sink, her pussy drip like the faucet (ha)
Pussy nigga kept talkin', his life on the line, he lost it
It's pressure then we uppin', we ain't squashin'
Machine, bitch
I hang with lions, tigers, bare
Hard ballin', ain't a nigga I'm gon' spare
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware (they aware)
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here (Blocboy)
It's a lot of bosses up in here (yo DeJ)
I pull a few strings, still love to shoot with them beans
Got fiends in the greens, still want a two for fifteen
Aunty takin' pop bottles back to catch a cab to me (huh)
Now I give her five dollars just to pump the gas for me (uh)
On the east catchin' cells in the 4-8-2-1-4
Fifty deep on the wheels, we want all them M boxes
Gotta land on the pint, so my blood out and bonded
Uncle Teddy play with cottons, uncle Smally skin poppin'
Where we at?
Put your wrist in the air
Put your wrist in the air
You gettin' money, they aware (they aware)
You gettin' money, they aware
It's a lot of bosses up in here
It's a lot of bosses up in here
Bosses up in here