Trail Lyrics

Ayy, that bag, how you get it? (Like how you get it?)

Uh, that bitch wanna ask me if I'm gifted, I no longer wanna answer

She might be onto the trail of the bodies (They dead)

I got fiends serve molly, black bullets mean onyx

Bro gonna ask like "how you call it?" What you mean? (Like what you mean?)

Ayy, bitch wanna go to Milan, proper, the oppa I dome shot 'em

The opportunity never gonna pass me by (Pass me by)

I'm in LI, dream Bella, LA trip to link Stella

Now, I'm f— now, I'm fucking booted

I might crash the whip, how the fuck am I even moving? (Like, how the fuck?)

Just don't look back, ho

Bodies in yo' past, that shit nothing but a fad, ho

Now, I flew her out, got her thinking she a bad ho (She a bad ho)

Hah, ayy, know you not a bad ho

Brodie in the back, he a probably slime you out though

Ayy, little bro, I'm in my bag different

I might buy some Raf Simons

Still can't fit the racks in it

I could fuck ya ho (I could fuck ya ho)

I think she knew it too

Diamonds on my necklace, "I'm so boujee," I'll still blam the tool'

Seen me on the 'Gram, now she think I pray to Buddha (Pray to Buddha)

That bitch bad, just never knew it, that's a promise

I could scam a fuckboy in the garden wit' some product

I'm in a different timezone, bitch gonna die alone, probably

Dior cologne on me, said I sold my soul, honest

I'm not alone partner

Voices in my head to keep me company (Keep me company)

Graveyard trips to keep my company (Keep me company)

Balenciaga, ain't no Asics

Smoke my blunt, I probably laced it with some cocaine

I admit, I wanna get you more addicted

Knock at death's door for wisdom

I hate 1of1