Lyrics👇 •••From the original edition of the album “Toe Jamz” by TRIPLE & $hoe 🧙‍♂️🧌••• (shoutout Triple man) Someone get this hoe a drank, think she bout to faint, Black paint, on a new car, swerving lane to lane, Cutting up the cane with a wood-grain switchblade, 808’s banging like they two wild apes, B****! Trippin’ off a gel tab, I just went through hell & back, They done made a felon mad, I ain’t really feeling that, Say, you got a big bag? That look like a fanny pack, Show me what you’re working with, until then, let’s skip the cap, Spit some facts, we all know you broke as a b**** - Get up off yo a**, boy you know you ain’t from no trench, Thought he got it out the mud, he ain’t dirtying his kicks, He been living with his momma since 2006, Gelly got my mind blown, Falling like a pine-cone, Traveling through time zones, I can’t keep my (eyes closed) You can’t even find hoes, F*** I got a dry nose, let me cut the line bro, Okay now I’m fine, oh, S*** I might’ve lied though, Let me get another 9 friend of mine, Looking like that cartoon that’s smelling pie, “All rise motherf***er” like that one vine, It’s no surprise, I just paid another court fine P**** beeswax, That s*** some honeycomb, huh? Boy you rocking clown shoes, them some funny clothes, We can take it there, come & see how far it goes, Clip full of Homer bullets, that’s a lot of Doh’s! Trippin’ off a gel tab, I just went through hell & back, They done made a felon mad, I ain’t really feeling that, Say, you got a big bag? That look like a fanny pack, Show me what you’re working with, until then, let’s skip the cap, Spit some facts, we all know you broke as a b**** - Get up off yo a**, boy you know you ain’t from no trench, Thought he got it out the mud, he ain’t dirtying his kicks, He been living with his momma since 2006.