TY God (Travis Snott)

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Yeah, uh
All I'm tryna do is run this shit up for my crew
Boilin' these rappers like I'm tryna make a stew
Fresh as f*ck, all the way from my hat down to my shoe

Chokin' this lil' bitch until she tap out or turn blue
Every time I f*ck that bitch, I act like that's my last time
Every time I hit the stew, I act like that's my last rhyme
These niggas is bitches and I know that they'll drop a dime

I just wanna smoke this dope and listen to some beats
Put that shit on streaming platforms, watch that shit increase
I don't wanna argue if it's not about the cheese
If you don't wanna murder me, then it is not a beef

Thank you God, I know it could be worse, but it's not
I'm sick, I'm wheezing a lot, and I'm sneezing some snot
It's lit, I got my Jordans on, I feel like Travis Scott
It's lit just like this backwood that I'm filling up with opps

Thank you God, I know it could be worse, but it's not
I'm sick, I'm wheezing a lot, and I'm seizing some snot
It's lit, I got my Jordans on, I feel like Travis Scott
It's lit just like this backwood that I'm filling up with pot

Realest nigga that ever fell out of the vagina
Smokin' dope, it kinda look like I was born in China
I don't trust these bitches, man, I know that they be lyin
I can't trust these niggas, cause I know that they be spyin

Run up on me, nigga, I'ma have your spirit flyin
I thank God, cause amongst all this bullshit, I be thrivin
Shit get tough sometimes, but I just focus on survivin
Head up in the clouds, it'll rain if I start cryin

Might as well be dead if you decide to stop tryin
F*ck you, bitch, I wish that I could throw you in the trash
But when I close my eyes, still see your titties and your ass
Smokin' up this dope, yeah, I'm still smokin' on this grass

Tryin' to slow down time, cause shit be movin' too damn fast
I ain't want no problems, wish we coulda got along
I can't talk to no one, so I'm talkin' to this song
Goddammit, this shit blew up in my face just like a bomb

Thank you, God, I know it could be worse, but it's not
I'm sick, I'm wheezin' a lot, and I'm sneezin' some snot
It's lit, I got my Jordans on, I feel like Travis Scott
It's lit, just like this backwood that I'm fillin' up with pot

I gotta get this shit off of my chest
I always kept it real with you, but you gon' make me guess
I thought I manifested you, but you wasn't no blessing ho
Probably still gon' think about you next time that I text a ho

Bitch, I know you think about me every time you let him in
I go to war inside of that pussy, I'm a veteran
I'm alone again, it's cool, I'm standin' on my own ten
Fuckin' f*ck the world, I don't need you, I don't need no friends

Sick to my stomach, I'm losin' my mind
Puffin' this pungent, I'm just tryna get by
We ain't even say bye, left it on a sour note
And I don't know why, yeah

Sick to my stomach, losin' my mind
Puffin' this pungent, I'm just tryna get by
We ain't even say bye, left it on a sour note
And I don't know why, I don't know why

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