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lirik lagu tray tray – u dig

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[intro]
run that back, turbo

[chorus: yung bans]
hop straight off a jet to a check, do you dig?
smoke him like a newport, i’ll smoke him like a cig
b-tterfly doors on the coupe, watch ’em lift
burglar bar doors when you pull up to the crib
b-tch, i got the chopper on me now, do you dig?
count a hundred thousand in your face, doin’ it big
charge a half a hundred thousand dollars for a gig
try to sn-tch a chain, we gon’ split a n-gga wig

[verse 1: yung bans]
put a lil’ b-tch in margiela, young n-gga ain’t know no better
she was f-ckin’ on all my fellas, and i’m ridin’ ’round with berettas
smoke a n-gga like a cig, and i’m this b-tch, you dig?
pump a n-gga, lose his limbs, blood pooled out, watch him swim
let’s go, let’s go, oh
let them bodies hit the floor, oh
double c, that’s on my toe, oh
i had to take a n-gga ho, oh
that’s just how the game go
take a n-gga b-tch, i had that lil’ b-tch hittin’ notes
ice on my neck cold, pull up with a brand new rolls
all the chains on my neck choke, blew the top like lil boat
raf simons on my coat
2pac, put a ring in my nose
ain’t goin’ out bad about these hoes
if you chose, it’s gon’ show, woah

[chorus: yung bans]
hop straight off a jet to a check, do you dig?
smoke him like a newport, i’ll smoke him like a cig
b-tterfly doors on the coupe, watch ’em lift
burglar bar doors when you pull up to the crib
b-tch, i got the chopper on me now, do you dig?
count a hundred thousand in your face, doin’ it big
charge a half a hundred thousand dollars for a gig
try to sn-tch a chain, we gon’ split a n-gga wig

[verse 2: tray tray]
black and brown dracos, we just call them b-tches twins
she gon’ f-ck the gang, and after that, she gon’ be lit
i keep poppin’ 30s, doctor said i need to quit
yeah, i’m an -ssh0l-, ’cause baby, i’m the sh-t, uh
amari when i walk, it’s double c’s on the kicks
car come apart as soon as i hit a switch
i know you a b-tch ’cause you talk more than your b-tch
she gon’ suck my d-ck and you gon’ kiss her on the lips, uh
nasty young n-gga, i might hit it with her friend
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, n-gga, i don’t understand
glizzy got a drum and it sound like a band
fifty thousand stuffed in the bag, won’t fit in my pants
i got all my n-ggas ’cause we all come from the same
she don’t f-ck with you ’cause you be cappin’, you a lame
i can’t wear this drip no more ’cause it won’t feel the same
and i can’t f-ck that b-tch no more ’cause i forgot her name

[chorus: yung bans]
hop straight off a jet to a check, do you dig?
smoke him like a newport, i’ll smoke him like a cig
b-tterfly doors on the coupe, watch ’em lift
burglar bar doors when you pull up to the crib
b-tch, i got the chopper on me now, do you dig?
count a hundred thousand in your face, doin’ it big
charge a half a hundred thousand dollars for a gig
try to sn-tch a chain, we gon’ split a n-gga wig


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