Aye, bro, damn near five minutes left, bro, I'm so high
Troncic, Troncic
Man, I hope with Troncic there's no more delays, bro
It's time, man, it's time
This shit for the gang, this shit for the hood
Luka Troncic 2, come on
This for the militia
This shit for $cam, this for Chris, this for Laurente
This for Junebug, this for Neem
You heard?
SBDSM, T-double-H-L shit
7772, this what y'all been waitin' for, huh?
Double seven, double seven
Yeah
Bin Reaper, Sleeve Nash, but right now I'm Luka
Me and them be all through Flint, I ain't Kyle Kuzma
I heard you out here eatin' ass and you bitin' fupas
My hitman all this shit, he a ice-split jeweler
I can't bring him into Wafi's with me, he might kill him
If we talkin' oxys, I might have to bite 'em just to fill 'em
I did nothin' 'cause of my cousins, what is blood?
I told the cops I'm high off life, what is drugs?
I'm from the mud, from the gutta, from the slums
All she ever wanna do is fuss, ho, let's fuck
I'll grab my bitch right up out the function, like let's go
It's a green day, if you rockin', then let's roll
I'll catch a green case just to drop it on the floor, ha
'Cause I be damned if I drop it in my pot
I'll mob down Crenshaw and get to stompin' through the burn
No matter where Tron go, he got a Glocky with the mob
Shit, it's still free Unky, still got ocky setting bonds
Still'll play the Nike Techs, still'll pop out in some Crocs
Still be plotting with the squad, $hittyBoyz, them the guys
Militia madness all 2025, them them vibes
672, dark side, them the ties
Through the jets from the MAC to the digs, them the ties
I don't think she'll ever, ever leave me, no, she dickmatized
Why you cryin' 'bout the same bitch that my dick inside? Man
Cup purple, chain purple, RIP $cam
Bus purple, truck purple, RIP Mark
Purple Mike Amiris, purple Chrome, purple Ricks, Barney
Oh, you in them hoes, when it die down, you switch parties
Take your ass home, don't you got kids?
How the fuck you go home alone? Don't you got rizz?
Stop askin' for the low, shit is not Crip
I'll snatch your ho then go and sell her to the top B
Last couple years, it was Yohji Yamamoto
Now Revive tellin' me Satoshi Nakamoto
Chop the face shoppin', but the Rollie not a 'Rola
Rollin' off a Tesla but the codeine got me slow-mo
That's what you call balance, this what you call talent
Told Lando, "If I ever get one call, answer"
Damn near all my opps died from guns, one caught cancer
And I must be fucked up, why I'm the only one laughin'?
Time traveled fifty years, I was the only one standin'
Back in the day, I was one of the only ones scammin', huh
I was one of the only ones jammin'
I just rapped, man
You hear? I was active
Boogs caught a hat, now his Facebook deactivated
Nowadays it's all cap, Facebook a graduation
Swing the K, now his face look decapitated
His brains cooked in the streets, they evaporated
It ain't a mean mug, that's just how I look, bae
I'm LD off 523s, I can't even look straight
Outta town in the trenches, but I swear it looks safe
Slam a slut then smack her butt, tell a bitch, "Good game"
All this pay, fuck a safe, I'ma need a bookcase
I got eight hundred horseys, I ain't finna foot race
You gotta learn there's bad love and there's some good hate
Ain't no restrictions on the blick, get your young bull scraped
Shit, or get your OG shot
Fifteen thou', this ain't your ordinary G-shock
My lil' ho on FaceTime takin' OT shots
Try and steal a YN, but I got OG guap
I done balled four quarters, guess it's OT now
I don't use these beats no more 'cause it's OP now
Granny sent me my vid, like, "You tryna OD, huh?"
Chill your old ass out, we only poured three pops
Lil Fuzz don't got a license and he drive just like License
I ain't never stayed inside, I was vibin' through the virus
Yes, I promote violence, yes, I promote fraud
But lil' bro don't rap, he just get out here and ODog
Yes, I promote guns, yes, I promote torture
Yes, I promote sex, bitch, come perform oral
Never even thugged it once, he was born corpy
Cuz'll show you how to cook a brick on the George Foreman
I ain't Bradley Beal, but I'm a overpaid player
I don't know where the meter at, but over Gamebreaker
Go and get a Hellcat, shit, we over Daytonas
My ho talkin' 'bout her lack and she over Range Rover
Aye, this shit for the gang, for the militia, for the Mitten
This for all the LOLin', jokin', and the kiddin'
This for everybody get out here and stand on business
This for everybody tryna go out here and stack some chicken
The craft got mastered, time to execute it
She ain't sittin' on the rim, time to send a Uber
DPD ain't finna do it, time to send the troopers
We'll get away from helicopters
Two hundred thou' in already, this my seventh concert
Oh, you sellin' scripts? We'll sell a doctor
Oh, you sellin' books? We'll sell a locker
Oh, you need some money, lil' bro? We'll sell a sponsor
I could meet a fish today and probably sell her water
I just hope I have a son 'cause I'll sell my daughter
'Cause I can't stand you hoes, oops, I mean girls
Forty geeked off of grade twenty, I'm in pink world
Ten millions later, I'm the same Jimmy
Seven chains later, how I ain't chippin'?
Six watches later, next one a plain Jane Richey
Five whips later, they surprised that I ain't came Bentley
Four years later, it's the second run of Troncic
I might drop a third one to remind 'em
Two pair of bust-busts, bitch, I'm shinin'
And that ain't all of 'em, hellhound is whinin'
It's a herd of buffalos, we some bison
Fuzz run Ross like Justin Jefferson, he a Viking
Your bitch a walkin' vacuum, she a Dyson
I don't wanna hear y'all broke convos, I eat in private
Big blood, pitchin' work like Tarik Scubal
You don't know, baby, try and go and read Google
This ain't Warzone, can't nobody reboot you
If I take the Cartis off, I'll see through you
He ain't make it to the league, probably D2'ed it
The turkey bag stank, you would think the weed pooted
Tell a bitch she get one chance, so don't be stupid
Troncic, Troncic, 77
