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caleb cad - yung trizz lyrics

[intro: yung trizz & (cyber)]

man it’s hard to hate your biggest fan man
i can’t even lie, i can’t even pretend
it’s bigger than the culture
(936), let ‘em know
yeah, let’s do it

[verse 1: yung trizz]

say i’m the best but there’s more levels to it
trizzy a hit caleb cad even knew it
straight outta elkins i gotta get through it
picture was clear lets thank god that he drew it
made it out now my whole life is a movie
stay on the grind so the money keep moving
summer night parties wе in the jacuzzi
im off the vert and im biggеr than uzi
i’m at the top haters mad i ain’t losing but talk to me when you get multiple bags
im goin dumb they say trizz what you doing im making a banger for caleb cad
album got dropped and the people were mad
now we at the top like a ‘26 grad
we gon live out our potential we can’t get (what) we can’t get stuck in the past (let’s do it)
we can’t get stuck in our ego for sho
but imma keep robbing dinero for sho
haters be fake and they weirdos you know
but we bumping trizz in the limo lets go
i get it your mad you all tryna be me
y’all seeing the prize and starting to get greedy
it’s realer than all of that stuff on your tv
ain’t n0body say it was gonna be easy

[chorus: yung trizz]

i’m in my bag caleb cad
deep in the game and i’m getting the cash
riding the coupe and we step on the gas
outlasting the people i never get last
we ain’t gonna crash on this jawn like its bandicoot
i told all the haters i’m always ahead of you
i’m moving farther to get better view
caleb like curry you know that he gonna shoot

[verse 2: cyber]

had to bring them saxophones back for caleb cad
buddy streaming the songs like back to back
but tristan his own biggest glazer, bars all bout his wrists
why ice ’em out, boy, if you rich in the spirit
listen to lyrics
done with them finals, now we gotta get it
aretha respect it, come get yo blessings
yung trizz feature (uh*huh), prolly bigger than texas
but ain’t learned his lesson
blasphemin’ jesus
say he sent from heaven
i ain’t disrespecting
i just give advice
buddy can’t tell difference between his gifts
and his vice (ego)
mrs. k lesson or two in all that
battle royale, but i ain’t takin flack
cleaned up, salvation, but still call me amy
cuz i go back to black
back to the scat pack
with mister saville
run like the track
it ain’t only bout sk!ll
there’s still dedication
my head in the game
i just pray that my successes
don’t lead me to fame (uh*huh)

[chorus: yung trizz]

[outro: yung trizz]

man, thank you for everything you’ve done for us caleb
this one for you
yeah, let’s do it

- yung trizz lyrics

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