[Verse 1]
This song ain’t for baby, this is for the Juice Crew
This is for them bitches that thought I had a loose screw
Motherfuck them haters, ain’t tryna keep it neutral
Standin’ at a bulletproof glass, had to shoot through
Hopin that they shoot through
Don’t make me put my hands on niggas, keep it Bluetooth
This is what you’re used to, this like firin’ new too
I ain’t tryna keep it neutral
[Bridge]
And I fuck it all up, and I fucked it all up
And I fuck it all up, and I fucked it all up
[Chorus]
And we all want trophies
She want a nigga next to her
Pull up only flex to her even though she lonely
She look pretty (I swear), she’s too pretty (I swear)
Trophies, she have you waitin’ down on both knees
She want a nigga that’ll make her do anything, pretty
And she don’t feel pretty, don’t feel pretty
[Verse 2]
This one here for Ashley, and this is just the truth-truth
Always datin’ losers, losin’ never suit you
Stackin’ up the paper, savin’ up the [?][1:24]
Mama, please forgive me, this life will pollute you, yeah
Girl I know, all on the rebound
Great deep throat, a shallow bitch deep-down
Pissin’ on the toilet, never put the seat down
And I never fuck it up
[Bridge]
And I fuck it all up, and I fucked it all up
And I fuck it all up, and I fucked it all up
[Chorus]
And we all want trophies
She want a nigga next to her
Pull up only flex to her even though she lonely
She look pretty (I swear), she’s too pretty (I swear)
Trophies, she have you waitin’ down on booth knees
She want a nigga that’ll make her do anything, pretty
And she don’t feel pretty, don’t feel pretty
[Verse 3]
Girl I know, all on the rebound
Tell her go slow, fell in love in the speedround
Go slow, less tragedy deep down
Club clothes, but she doesn’t wanna sleep now
And we all, fuck it up, bonds
Hard to tell when we’re both this young
Silk on [?] or both [?]
Inevitable
[Chorus]
And we all want trophies
She want a nigga next to her
Pull up only flex to her even though she lonely
She look pretty (I swear), she’s too pretty (I swear)
Trophies, she have you waitin’ down on booth knees
She want a nigga that’ll make her do anything, pretty
And she don’t feel pretty, don’t feel pretty