lirik lagu trenchboy dolla, jubodybag - goin straight in
[trenchboy dolla)
on my way to pick a lil hoe up
she suckin d-ck till she throw up
now that girl callin me petty
won’t let her smoke anything i roll up
i got my arm in the pot
like the n-gga on the box of the soda (uh)
she trynna lay up and f-ck
i’m trynna grind on the corner
all i smoke is og
good gas you can smell the aroma
glock wit a 30
dump in my sock
i’m riding, i’m servin
don’t ride with scale on me
you a street n-gga, why you gone tell on me
i know that they scared of me
keep a pistol and pack of some sh-lls on me
my dope be so good
been a few days since he been to sleep
cause if it ain’t
take it back to the plug
because my dope it come wit receipts (aye)
i’m the ticket out the street
yo baby mama a leech
and don’t compare me to these other rap n-ggas
because they only get paid off of features
i started off selling reefer
im a dog like dmx
i’m bout to f-ck her like keisha
i hustle hard
remember them days when i ain’t had sh-t in the freezer
ain’t f-ckin with them suckas
i cut em off
i hope they don’t think that i need em
junkies callin for that good dog food
and jay don’t go feed em
i’m riding wit ju with the hottie
pockets full of luminaties
yo n-gga got hit with that choppa
my patnas gone run up and shot him
sippin on remy
buying champagne
that 50 fill em with dem hollows
it’s money time
clip f-ck on yo b-tch
{jubodybag}
im servin this sh-t by the store
this sh-t really musty
this glock dirty like its muddy
she ain’t f-ck with me cuz she said i was ugly
but now she f-ck me because pockets getting chubby
im big dog like a m-th-f-ckin husky
and that lil n-gga a puppy
we in the field like rugby
i know these p-ssies be plottin
they want to touch me
im with the ————
go against thugs and get wrapped up like a mummy
you bet not play wit my money
i cop me some o and some wood and smoke the whole onion
you can get smoked for nothing
i hang wit some gunnas
and my n-ggas blow for nothing
i got the extension when bro start cuttin
that choppa start bussin
you scorin on something
i picked up a stain of narcotics
i gave him my number
im waitin on my phone to start buzzin
and this b-tch a hottie
but i do the dash
this engine start running
when i put this bun in
n-ggas be softer than cotton
i applied the pressure
now all the opps be ducking
my trap got this sh-t by the dozen
h-ll naw i can’t function
i don’t give a f-ck you’ll leave my cousin
now he masked up like a muslim
i been through the trap with k
and this b-tch a ru—–
like ——- i built me some muscle
extortion my hustle
and i learned that sh-t from my brotha
dolla strapped up like he rugby
he dont do no discussion
he know how to make his glock stutter
whenever i f-ck her i beat it like en jin
and i always eat her p-ssy like supper
f-ck the police on my mamma
i can look and i can tell if he undercover
bro stay with his thunder
these hollows hotter than a summer
and he trynna knock off yo gusher
i cannot fold under pressure
i come from the gutter
that lil n-gga a hustler
that lil n-gga he a buss ya
watch her approach, he fishy and you cannot trust her
{trenchboy dolla}
im riding a foreign taurus
i seen an opp
he running a run forest
you see rich and you done for
im finna pay for a hiar and toes done
when im in the kitchen
beat up the pot like that b-tch done stole something
and you ain’t even good money my n-gga
so h-ll naw you can’t hold nothing
im waiting on posted sofa
i got some zips and some gas coming
i got it in for the low
but you know i had to put my lil tax on it
can’t give you no dap homie
when i see yo n-gga
you know im gone clash on em
police pulled me over
i start the car
then i hit the gas on em
shootas come through with no mask on
don’t go in the house till my bag gone
im a street n-gga so f-ck i look like
trynna come up on some up off a jail phone
this choppa got 75 in the drum
ain’t even aiming when i blast on them
see the fish scales on the the lil c0ke
so you know i spent my last on it
my homie got dreads like a shotta
i used to tote them revolvers
f-ck her drop her off
dont even call her
she all on my gram she a stalker
been selling dope
been robbin n-ggas juggin since i left the house in november
stress it then i recompress it
im too old for smith & wesson
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