Any & Everything - TrOyMaN

Swag on the billy while I milly rag

Niggas think they good but they really not

Been a bad boy with the diddy bop

Don’t know where you ride like a city cop

Wishing that niggas left shit, left, right

Cut that way, shit get light

Awesome with the darkness

This night watch yourself, she’ll probably cut your wrist tight

Daddy’s baddy said 'Found is all we got'

And we really got that

Blood of a pit

You can hear it when I rap

Check it’s lit, I can feel it in my back

Feeling myself, holding my sack

Crystal light, my nigga, when you gon' rap?

Uno momento, I’ll be right back

I can’t go nuts with no microphone in the trap

Just going to pick up a little motivation in the ziplock

Nigga, my time is money, tick tock

Residious shit, pop

Let’s forget, not

This shit’s hot

That’s why my manager is sweating me while I make pit stops

Gee, you can’t keep fucking for free

She’ll cut down my neck to a certain degree

For my team, I’m capping it, thicker than a knee

If you playing like a quarterback, I’m throwing the D

That’s the endzone for a lot of you niggas

They’ve been friendzoned by a lot of you hoes

But when I touch down

Then the check bust down

Keep that same motherfucking energy, where did it go?

On the inner me is my enemy

Let em know that the inner me is looking to finna get hella slow

No beginners seat, what you’re dealing with is a bro

Hall of fame, they be chanting my name at every show

That’s on god

I’m about that action, go figure

I’ve been that nigga

How do you not choose me?

Show you, then hurt a bro

He going vertical

That’s for the Uzi

Now I do what I want, now I do what I want, now I do what I want,

doing what the fuck

Now I do what I want, now I do what I want, what I want

Any and everything

Nigga, any and everything

My ex working for the wedding ring

If she’s not with me, she’s settling

But my mind’s focused on hella things

Can’t lie, a nigga think about it

My mind doing circles like ring around Rosie

I swear these hoes be nosey

Until I throw that dude and say ¨Drink about it¨

Huh, that dark shit

The ¨ah, sick¨

Niggas not moving on some Rosa Park shit

We getting popping like Chris Cole

A pimple

From Frisco

Tell my mom I’m higher than Larken

My head down to the water star shit

They’re quick to clame sick but nobody’s barfing

We parking

My dog’s been on my bitch since Draco was a bitch

Bitch, who am I talking to?