Trophy - Section Boyz

Dem man know we get bread

Dem gyal know that we boasy

Dat Gyal’s way to peng

Bro said that one’s a trophy

I love getting face from face

Coz I send dem gyal emoji’s

And if she’s deader than me

Dat, dat Gyal can’t know me

Dat, dat Gyal can’t know me

Dat, dat Gyal can’t know me

Probably had a skeng on me

Coz the boys in the other side know me

(Verse 1) — Sleeks

I be on the grind

Dese Niggas act so neeky'

Dem man don’t want bread

They just want apps and retweets

Running from feds

9 and Z’s

Pressing on the gas

So speedy

I break law for a cause

Get cash, money like Weezy'

Get a pack and I’m knee deep

In this weed that I splashed on with Deepee

In the streets, Niggas know they can see me

Get a 4,5,6 gone real easy

I hate Gyal that are moany

But I love big backs, that’s meaty

This Gyal looking all trophy

Imma hold her up like a nose bleed

(Verse 2) — Deepee

Dem Gyal, Gross

Dem Man, Know

I was stepping round in the town

For their Rollies

I was on the cruddest mug

Me and Coddee

That’s TY, T-Brown, T-Smokey

We been right, Been down, Been Ghostly

In the night manna cook beef and poultry

Badder than nuff man, man know me

I beg man touch one of my homies

And she never lock bro Smokey

Dem gyal never can know me

A man come round with that smokey

Manaman tan’a’man’s tony

Manna act, Manna act way to boastly

A man make a man go sleep

Get a man robbed off a O. Z

Coz nuff man wanna turn nozy

(Verse 3) — Knine

Who’s all these faces, man

Everyone’s too nozy

None of them niggas can’t know me

What can a dead gyal wanna show me

Like Brownskin, that’s a trophy

Hit it from the back

She’s moaning

Smoking so much Ammee

Feel like I’m gonna O. D

Probably got that thing on me

Public yo, lonely

Tryna get the work to a next ends

But the fed gon' keep patrolling

How can rapping be dead

Watch me wrap up these O. Z's

Say you got rocks in your bezel

Take that spin off on a renal

(Verse 4) — Littlez

She deserves a trophy

Peng ting looking like a champion

Bad Bitch with a big round back

Come round let me give that a spanking

All I do is ring traps

That bread go hard all day

Gotta get them pounds in

And that, that Gyal can’t know me

Nah, she ain’t in my ranking

Putting in work

Coz the grind don’t stop

I came from the bottom

Tryna climb to the top

Making them sells

Man setting up shot

Gyal setting up Niggas

So I trust them not

Why you keep tryna act like your

Suttin your not?

Swear down, nah Niggas ain’t boasy

Everyday I shake hands with the

Queen in the trap

With the Harry and Charlie

(Verse 5) — Swift

Hopped in with Bogies

Looking Pinnochy

What’s that smokey

He’s got a pokey

She’s looking all trophy

Yeah, amneese looking all homie

Come outside why you looking at the homies

They just on dial for bro for the smokey

When their lines dead

There’s no bread

I don’t wanna know me

Got a peng ting from the hill

Get the weed then roll it

She just tryna get me killed

I just wanna poke it

We did movies like films

Crimewatch didn’t show it

(Verse 6) — Reeko

Now I gotta ear this cat

I ain’t got dots till the evening

Paid in full

I’m Reeko

I think she’s Puerto Rican

Who’s this fool preeing

Acting like I can’t see them

And them man know we get bread

Dem gyal know we can’t see em'

Are you rasta with your dread?

Fucking with feds

That’s pork that your eating

I only came for a head

I don’t know why you thought that we’re beating

Niggas just, Niggas just roll with guns

Ain’t tryna R.I.P em'

And if you’re talking bout Mum’s

21 Seconds, that’s Soza the remix

Outro

Dem man know we get bread

Dem gyal know that we boasy

Dat Gyal’s way to peng

Bro said that one’s a trophy

I love getting face from face

Coz I send dem gyal emoji’s

And if she’s deader than me

Dat, dat Gyal can’t know me

Dat, dat Gyal can’t know me

Dat, dat Gyal can’t know me

Probably had a sken on me

Coz the boys in the other side know me