
bring back trump - roadrun cmoe & yung hood lyrics
[chorus: roadrun cmoe]
ayy, i can’t be f*cked with
tryna [?] me for a sucker, she a dumb
tryna play me for a sucker, she a dumb b*tch
vacations on the islands, my young n*ggas love to punch trips
[?] rolled the spot, but we mixed it in with crumpets
edd done f*cked it up, bring back trump
i just bought some candy lows and told him it was runtz (told him it was runtz)
n*ggas think it’s sweet, banana clips will turn him chumps
[verse 1: roadrun cmoe]
chrome heart wallet train, ice just like a punk
appreciate the profit, but right now it’s f*ck a friend (n*gga)
i bought my ‘fit off ‘bows, i ain’t never use a dump, b*tch
f*cked him down, i gamble everything, i won’t punch sh*t
i just met a b*tch from da and she say she got a business
you gon’ cherish one just like it when you comin’ from thе trenches
i can show you how to stack this pape’, why you keep a distancе?
for christmas, i be still lit like jehova witness
supreme shorts and overalls, i feel like a farmer
a deuce of wock’ in lemonade, this an arnold palmer (look)
tweakin’ out in christian, i feel like i’m jeffery dahmer
i taught her in the game, so it’s only right i arm her
[chorus: roadrun cmoe]
ayy, i can’t be f*cked with
tryna [?] me for a sucker, she a dumb
tryna play me for a sucker, she a dumb b*tch
vacations on the islands, my young n*ggas love to punch trips
[?] rolled the spot, but we mixed it in with crumpets
edd done f*cked it up, bring back trump
i just bought some candy lows and told him it was runtz (told him it was runtz)
n*ggas think it’s sweet, banana clips will turn him chumps
[verse 2: yung hood]
they went broke after ppp, ain’t no more edd
i’m a slum baby, b*tch, i still f*ck with hoes with ebt
i be bustin’ moves for the pack, i hit his ass with a ddt
got a play on the box of lows, i sold his ass some cbd
who got beef? ten racks make my n*gga spin like he a dvd
i was ballin’, the smallest n*gga on the court like i was cp3
i’ma slide and move the ‘bows, they tell me that i’m mvp
turn n*ggas’ ass to hashtags and have ’em puttin’ r.i.p
ain’t no pity on them fools, but i got chains on like i’m mr. t
ridin’ offset with a carti b, sippin’ juice look like i need some sleep
just like o6, all the true on got me thinkin’ that i’m chief keef
it’s no limit on the ‘bows inside my hood, they call me master p (uh)
[chorus: roadrun cmoe]
ayy, i can’t be f*cked with (i can’t—)
tryna [?] me for a sucker, she a dumb
tryna play me for a sucker, she a dumb b*tch
vacations on the islands, my young n*ggas love to punch trips
[?] rolled the spot, but we mixed it in with crumpets
edd done f*cked it up, bring back trump
i just bought some candy lows and told him it was runtz (told him it was runtz)
n*ggas think it’s sweet, banana clips will turn him chumps
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