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YTB Trench
YTB Trench
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Young Stoner Life
Young Stoner Life
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Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
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Shamon Mitchem
Shamon Mitchem
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Woo Yeah Ha Talk your shit Uh, how you flip a quarter ki' to them junkies without no tension? How you gon' fuck these hoes up, hit once, switch her without catching no feelings? How you catch a flight after indictment in them fucking trenches? How you go from sleeping in a car to all these fucking millions? Them choppers gon' hit him, his top get to flipping They know how this shit get when Trench in the building I'm off it, I'm tipsy, that lean got me jiggy I'm known for that shit that I do in these lyrics That nigga a pussy, he mad that we winning I started, ain't no telling when I'ma finish It's normal, we rigid, they know who to mention They point, they don't ask, 'cause they know that we did it I know, hold a five-oh F&N with the choppers, I'ma have the lights off Stick with a dick, that bitch hit like a nighthawk Off of a brick, I'ma sell it like a nine-four Chips for the licks, wrong gram like a typo Glizz on my hip, that bitch go wherever I go Yeah, I did the math, had to hop in my bag I'm with my team, yeah, they know where we at Pew-pew, bad bitch cute-cute I can't even lie, the lil' bitch eat it like it's seafood I know that they hate the fact that I been tryna leave too Fell in love with diamonds, my baguettes, they be see-through Yeah, me too I know how it feel when they leave you Do not put faith in these people Do not put faith in these people Uh, how you flip a quarter ki' to them junkies without no tension? How you gon' fuck these hoes up, hit once, switch her without catching no feelings? How you catch a flight after indictment in them fucking trenches? How you go from sleeping in a car to all these fucking millions? Them choppers gon' hit him, his top get to flipping They know how this shit get when Trench in the building I'm off it, I'm tipsy, that lean got me jiggy I'm known for that shit that I do in these lyrics That nigga a pussy, he mad that we winning I started, ain't no telling when I'ma finish It's normal, we rigid, they know who to mention They point, they don't ask, 'cause they know that we did it Cashing checks, this shit done got litty These bitches keep coming, every one of 'em pretty This paper bring presents, I can't show no pity (yeah) I count it, can't steal it, I need every penny The drip been stolen, I need my percentage He turn to a target, I bet I'ma hit it (yeah) I bought some machetes, we chop off his ear (chop) Chop, we chop off his ear, he can't hear Don't feel the pressure, don't nobody fear it Need no volunteers, I can't hear your lyrics (no) Louis like Farrakhan through the year My life is a movie, wait for the premiere (movie) Yeah (yeah), I hit up slatt, and we all appear (slatty) My LA closet got all Amiri (all Amiri) I pull up Ghost and they all look scary I don't want no state lunch or no commissary Bought some new teeth, ain't no need for the fairy Your diamonds look milky, them shits out the dairy (yeah) Give back to the city, I'm young Tyler Perry (yeah) Thugger pulled up the red Spider, the cherry I do this shit for my grandmama Mary (yeah) Today was 4-20, I'm smoking on berry It's young Gunna Wunna, you know I'ma carry (carry) Uh, how you flip a quarter ki' to them junkies without no tension? How you gon' fuck these hoes up, hit once, switch her without catching no feelings? How you catch a flight after indictment in them fucking trenches? How you go from sleeping in a car to all these fucking millions? Them choppers gon' hit him, his top get to flipping They know how this shit get when Trench in the building I'm off it, I'm tipsy, that lean got me jiggy I'm known for that shit that I do in these lyrics That nigga a pussy, he mad that we winning I started, ain't no telling when I'ma finish It's normal, we rigid, they know who to mention They point, they don't ask, 'cause they know that we did it
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Shamon Mitchem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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