Trinna play my cards but Ian never left the boulevard Got so many woons by trusting I may have a bullet scar Ian Trinna kill yet so imma let the bullets starve Bitches want me for my car But Ian want em for they heart I may have dropped a bar but Ian never dropped no money Bitches thinks it’s funny just to laugh But imma get em back Dunk on a bitch like shaq Dam who tf was that Dam that’s that nigga who work But ain’t never been no clerk He stay in church he pray to god And always stayed alert Dam he neva been a jerk Just to tell em what he’s worth But one day he gone show them all his hurt Dam that shit is sad I bet he feel alone No one to call or pickup on that phone Dam I really been here a little minute Stacking up dimes a pennies Thought I was menace Like a tennis chain missin Yeahhhh Whipping in the kitchen while Me and his mane bitch kissin Bitch said she was their But ain’t never even care Sippin on their tea while sitting in my chair Bitch said I’m gone but I’m still here Sippin on this it ain’t beer