Trench kid

I told my niggas to get off the block Imma take us from all of the damage He was talking that shit Let him spin round this bitch Imma Put his whole family on camera Catch em all onna strip When I'm dumping this bitch Then My muthafuckin' hand started cramping If I'm down on my dick I can call up Teefo and I guaranteed nigga gon stamp em Blowing that good But My head on swivel Think i got pink eye My niggas post up inna back We protecting the crib and the hood Like a bee hive We pushing the hotty G-lock strap to seat (And bee clutchin the g5ive ) You think it's movie the way that we come with the clips And spin like a rewind My niggas told me that I'm heaven sent I'm not talking pull up at yo residence Imma slide i don't play bout the presidents Leave that boy red and white like a peppermint My niggas post up shooting elephants Im not bussing at nun I'm celibate I done earned all my stripes where my Letterman (I done earned all my stripes where my Letterman) I Told my lil nigga to Hold down the block Got some niggas who trap out the box No quarterback no running back But my nigga show out when they toating the rock Go with your move and your move get you popped Big body cady pull up like I'm pac Flexing on em' he wan call me a opp Catch em working he not punching no clock One headshot leave your belly up Only talking bout bread get your fetty up Left her wallet told that bitch to hurry up Catch em' creeping blowing this fetty drum You think it's a game Turn a lil hoe to a diamond But I'm not talking Johnny dame Don't speak on my name Momma told you not to play with the stove You get burned with this flame OG with the Aim Thirty on the bottom of this street sweeper Don't speak in my name fa the fame Nigga spin the block Got 40 and a K Knocking them boys out of range