1942 in my cup I came tryna get fucked up The won’t let my crew in the club All the hate they show no love Catch me on the east side catch me on the west side I’m tired of all these hoes Staying out the way fuck up out my face You know I’m tryna keep it on the low If she gotta problem, then baby lets go solve it Cuz I got that piece that blow Keeping up my bands holding down my pants I’m gone get paid that’s fashoo Where you’ll find me He said he at the trap house I’m like oh you trap now? If I went to college I’d be trapping out the frat house But they all ways need me Like what’s all up w that now 1942 in my cup I came tryna get fucked up The won’t let my crew in the club All the hate they show no love Heard she say she got some beef well it w me They know my name up in the streets while you in my sheets Got me on repeat, give’r ass some cleats, she know I’m elite When I’m on the beat, tell’r take a seat, cuz u can’t compete Why they always mad, when I cop a bag You niggas sad, going out bad Anticipate the wait I ain’t coming late tryna eat the cake, like I’m Anna mae ain’t no anime, when I’m tryna play He wanna play but be call me bae