All Fucked Up Curren$y & Trauma Tone

[Intro]
And your girl a renegade
You cannot control her, she don't wanna be saved
Uh

[Chorus]
And it's all fucked up and your girl a renegade
You cannot control her, she don't wanna be saved
When the cars rolled up, you could tell who gettin' paid
And we all grown up, baby, ain't nobody playin'
Is you gon' win or what what? When the doors open up
They look broke and I'm smokin', still rollin' more up
Here's a toast to the coldest who rose me as such
Bitch I'm right next to you, but I can't be touched

[Verse 1]
And I might be
Underneath the stars, smoking in the back seat
Thoughts running through my mind likе a track meet
Tell the driver hit a lеft, take a back street
Cover my tracks like I think somebody after me
My girl be saying that I'm paranoid actually
But I just laugh if off casually
Whole time with your ho mind, won't know the half of it
Acting like you got it but there's a hole in your bag
And your cash gone
Yeah, that run didn't last long
If you're trill you can bounce back and mash on
Ask yourself if you that strong
If not, you should probably leave the game alone