Yeah, Say I gave you props You gave me nothing I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it Shorty be a thot And you know the butt big But do I trust it Do I, Check I'm posted up in that Blue Velour Feel like I've been here before I don't fuck with your old shit Hate the new more Don't do more Don't do that Young Fel gone hood rat Bread in my bookbag since bringing these books back And Ima' touch it don't look Seen too much, I be shook Take a shot of that uhh Fuck with Trey cause he hood Get the paper, that wood She a virgin, I'm good Trying to write my own story Like some day, yes some day When the sky ain't so fuckin stormy And the plane can leave the runway Now everybody got it all wrong I'm the one writin' these songs We don't get along If you in the green room, takin' pics with your phone Tryna' act like my mom Seen the whole world, I ain't even 21 Still sip Don Perignon, with' that strong Praise to my God And I'm gone You gave me nothing I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it Shorty be a thot And you know the butt big But do I trust it Just don't trust it Props you gave me nothin' I was at the red light singin' on my own shit Shorty be a thot I don't trust it I just don't I just don't Shake that ass watch yourself Girl show me what you're working with Shake that ass watch yourself Shake that show me what you're working with Blue velour I'm workin' with blue velour What you workin' with blue velour You know I gave you props Wasting my day I wasted I gave you props You gave me nothing I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it Shorty be a thot And you know the butt big But do I trust it Aye do I trust it Props you gave me nothin' I was at the red light singin' on my own shit Shorty be a thot And you know the butt big But do I trust it Do I trust it