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yeat - traumatizëd! lyrics

[intro]
i think i died and i don’t know why
i been getting high off these percs and this drank, yeah, i ben traumatized
we still young but we really g.o.a.ts
we got all these hoes matching throats
you already know how this go, all that sh+t for show
(this is a $hmoney exclusive)
(“this cade, is it actually?)
traumatized
(you f+ckin’ with bluffa plug exclusive)
ooh (curesful)
[chorus]
yeah, i think i died and i don’t know why
i been getting high off these percs and this drank, yeah, i ben traumatized
we still young but we really g.o.a.ts
we got all these hoes matching throats
you already know how this go, all that sh+t for show
yeah, this chain on vs1+sie (the realest)
really got all these racks, i’m not fronting (no)
i went and f+cked my money up, that sh+t was cumming
i came from the bottom, yeah, i came up from nothing (yeah)
i can’t trust n0body but myself, but i was up to something (eer)
i tried to watch my twizzys fly
all of my guys gon’ slide
none of my guys gon’ die

[verse]
’cause i’m always gon’ cry (hmm, r.i.p.)
we sip muddy, boy, i’m not your buddy (at all)
i don’t even know n0body (no), i don’t even know no better (huh)
i only know myself, i come lay all this wealth (bag)
why you got to keep sh+t from me? i call wockesha my honey (no)
can’t get the keys to this humvee
smoking this gas in that hundred dollar bill now i got me money munchies (go)
b+tch, i’m in this f+ckin’ trackhawk on the blacktop, rubber burning (skrrt)
i bring the b+tch to the trap spot, it’s a hot spot
wi+fi, i got whole lot of f+ckin’ racks on me, b+tch, i’m balling
i’m off the opiates, i’m off the x, i ain’t waking up ’til i see the morning (ack)
when it come down to it, who you gon’ call?
who you gon’ trust when it’s only just us?
yeah, you know i’m the g.o.a.t., you don’t got to admit it
now i’m just talking on this beat (talking)
like it’s just you and just me
we can set aside all the beef
we all traumatized from the homicide whether it’s drugs or it’s from the street, yeah
but it’s one problem, i still follow in love with them rps (oxy)
i could die tomorrow, so if i do then be at peace
y’all fake, y’all wouldn’t even have y’all brother out if it came to a lease
but don’t get it twised, it’s only for family, the rest of these people can suck on my d+ck from the bleachers
y’all bugging so much, you a flee (ooh)
i ain’t did none of this sh+t for free (yeah)
none of this sh+t was cheap (big bag)
grind for years, no sleep
on this beat i spilled a lot (maybe too much)
yeah (ooh), gave it all i got, most y’all talk a lot
spilling too much sauce, she drinking on my kids
(i don’t wanna die like this)
[chorus]
yeah, i think i died and i don’t know why
i been getting high off these percs and this drank, yeah, i ben traumatized
we still young but we really g.o.a.ts
we got all these hoes matching throats
you already know how this go, all that sh+t for show
yeah, this chain on vs1+sie (the realest)
really got all these racks, i’m not fronting (no)
i went and f+cked my money up, that sh+t was cumming
i came from the bottom, yeah, i came up from nothing (yeah)
i can’t trust n0body but myself, but i was up to something (eer)
i tried to watch my twizzys fly
all of my guys gon’ slide
none of my guys gon’ die

- yeat lyrics

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