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Put the trenches on my shoulders threw the hood up on my back
She like these kids keep on getting killed
I promised my mamma I ain't going lack
Keep 'bout 50 stuck in this Glock bitch we got shots an we got straps
I hate a bitch that has my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats

The way this chopper get to twitching bitch look like special ed
I fap niggas down with this stick if you want a hat aim at his head
I don't just fuck and give hoes dick poke out ya lips I want some head
This Glock needa learn how to walk I just went bought this hoe a leg

I pray death upon my opps I catch me one he know he dead
I was going shoot out the whip might hop out an walk 'em down instead
Thought he was a shotter 'til them shots rang an tore up his dreads
We the reason them switches out free my brother out them feds

Put the trenches on my shoulders an threw the hood up on my back
She like these kids keep on getting killed
I promised my mamma I ain't going lack
Keep 'bout 50 stuck in this Glock bitch we got shots an we got straps
I hate a bitch that has my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats

I hate a bitch that has my number I can't give a hoe receipts
I only text hoes in vanish mode you screenshot me bitch I'm 'a see
I fucked you on the first night how you going talk down on me
Clean that little pussy with some wipes you trifling you for the streets

I met this one little bitch in Texas she ate dick 'til I was soft
I tried to move that hoe little head I had to push her to get her off
I went bullet-proof the whips move around the city like I'm Dolph
I don't do payments ain't shit rented everything you see with me I bought

Put the trenches on my shoulders an threw the hood up on my back
She like these kids keep on getting killed
I promised my mamma I ain't going lack
Keep 'bout 50 stuck in this Glock bitch we got shots an we got straps
I hate a bitch that has my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats

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