Yung Mal – Trayvon lyrics

[Intro]
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga

[Chorus]
I put the hood on, now I feel like Trayvon
Lot of shit been goin' on, problems piling by the ton
Percocet sittin' on my tongue
Met her, first day fucked her tongue
Pocket full of hunduns
Ooh, girl, they got gun guns
Keep that shit a hundred, we too solid, ain't no fakin' now
I know niggas, they went broke, and now they waitin' on me to fall
Huh, hold up, bitch, yeah, what they really on?
They not crazy, they know better, I'll really get 'em gone

[Verse 1]
I get 'em gone
Whole 1'5, 1017, that money long
I'm still ridin' for my niggas if they wrong
I stay down, my money long
Bitch, I'm flier than a drone
I get high, stay in my zone
My bitch alone and she mad I ain't even came home
Og gave me game, then I ran with it
All these hundreds, shit not counterfeited
Goin' big, got the project with me
Got that 40 with me when I rock my hoodie

[Chorus]
I put the hood on, now I feel like Trayvon
Lot of shit been goin' on, problems piling by the ton
Percocet sittin' on my tongue
Met her, first day fucked her tongue
Pocket full of hunduns
Ooh, girl, they got gun guns
Keep that shit a hundred, we too solid, ain't no fakin' now
I know niggas, they went broke, and now they waitin' on me to fall
Huh, hold up, bitch, yeah, what they really on?
They not crazy, they know better, I'll really get 'em gone

[Verse 2]
I put the hood on, I feel like Trayvon
My young niggas kill for fun just like Jamaican
When I start gettin' money, them niggas start hatin'
But fuck 'em, I been goin' way up, ain't got no time to lay up
Fuck her with my gun gun, my bankroll got them hunduns
Lil' bitch tryna hold somethin', so I fucked her whole tongue
Keep that shit one hundred, I can't change on my dawgs now
Everything I got came out the mud, fuck a mall, we gon' ball

[Chorus]
I put the hood on, now I feel like Trayvon
Lot of shit been goin' on, problems piling by the ton
Percocet sittin' on my tongue
Met her, first day fucked her tongue
Pocket full of hunduns
Ooh, girl, they got gun guns
Keep that shit a hundred, we too solid, ain't no fakin' now
I know niggas, they went broke, and now they waitin' on me to fall
Huh, hold up, bitch, yeah, what they really on?
They not crazy, they know better, I'll really get 'em gone