Trauma Bond Lyrics

Why you hatin'? (Ayy) We gon' ball and parlay (Ayy) Pop my shit anyway (Ayy) We gon' shine in they face (Mr. Hanky) Why you hatin'? They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan Bitches, they gon' sweat a nigga heavy like the sauna's on Drugs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son We a one of one, nigga, you a none of none Me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond (Hahaha) I say, it's me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond This is a result of stayin' down, havin' it Spreadin' shit around like the ground, I'm adamant Makе sure all of mine touchin' paper, I'm hands on Cool on thеse lyin' ass bitches like the fan on Ain't no back and forth, it's up, it's stuck They on the internet, I'm pullin' up I still live in a world where you act like a girl Real niggas just avoid ya, you sus, hm I been lustin' for these bitches less and less I see the pleasure ain't as heavy as the stress Ayy, listen, yeen gettin' busy in my city, you got shitty luck Pimp Squad, we been pimpin' hard from the giddy up They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan Bitches, they gon' sweat a nigga heavy like the sauna's on Drugs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son We a one of one, nigga you a none of none Me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond (Hahaha) I say, it's me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond Can't see you haters' comments from up here where I'm at Integrity is priceless, ain't somethin' that you can finance Gotta kiss ass to make it? Then fuck it, I'll move to Thailand Owe it to my fans, stay as solid as I can These niggas, they be suckers for clicks, a bitch for the algorithm They momma ran the streets, she should've left they daddy with 'em 'Cause now they out here bein' sassy with they mannerisms Dick pullin', tryna find out what a man will give 'em Traded in your self respect for attention Nigga traded in your morals for a mention Made the sucker niggas hate us and real ones congratulate us And the future generations celebrate us Why you hatin'? (Ayy) We gon' ball and parlay (Ayy) Pop my shit anyway (Ayy) We gon' shine in they face (Ayy) Why you hatin'? (Ayy) We gon' ball and parlay (Ayy) Pop my shit anyway (Ayy) We gon shine in they face (Ayy) Why you hatin'? They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan Bitches, they gon' sweat a nigga heavy like the sauna's on Drugs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son We a one of one, nigga you a none of none Me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond (Hahaha) I say, it's me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond Why you hatin'? (Ayy)