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tre pierre - summer 16 freestyle (trill sammy diss) lyrics

[intro]
lucky
you lucky, lucky
you duckin
you duckin, duckin
you p-ssy
you p-ssy, p-ssy
p-ssy

[verse 1]
n-gga, f-ck you and ya friends
i was rockin’ dolo
you was actin’ like a hoe
now it’s f-ck soho
now it’s f-ck trill sammy
pack movin’ like dancers
b-tch i’m trappin’ outta mansion
when i hit you in cali, you was actin’ like a f-ggot
actin’ like you wanna grab me
hurt my n-gga lil dee and had to f-ck around and save you with the hammer
p-ssy boy you ain’t savage
boy you broke and bro, average
f-ck the nina, i’ll slap ya
from new orleans, i’ll batch ya
hold up
talkin now bout that you got a whole sale
boy, you know if you get caught, you gon tell
you n-ggas ain’t really bout takin’ no l
you n-ggas ain’t puttin’ that sh-t in the mail
you n-ggas ain’t never seen work on the scale
my n-ggas, they livin’ this life for real
the maserati with the steel, yeah
run up on a real n-gga for real, f-ck around and get k!lled, yeah
run up on a f-ckin’ [?] for real, f-ck around and get k!lled, yeah
for real n-gga get k!lled
i’m real ill with that tool, n-gga
with that 30
for real though don’t try me
hold up
ayeee
dumb boy [?] handful
i should hit em with a hot one
money mike with the hand moves
don juan with the hand moves
sl1ckback with the hand moves
b-tch i need all my d-mn loot
you got cars that i can pull
i could find sh-t out
i ask around in ya city
you know i get word [?]
you ain’t never trapped in the south with the crack in ya f-ckin’ mouth
with the pack at ya house
feen doin’ smack on the couch
i tried to [?] the first time
trust in my n-gga, i text you done told you to come to my city the first time
told you, my n-gga, the same thing could happen to anyone
better call on ya day 1
somebody better say sum
[?] better save ya
ya og better save ya

[bridge]
see the only way you gonna get past is if you get that g p-ss, [?]
f-ck it, you better get [?] or prince to help ya
it’s some og’s
if you don’t, you better call the police, lil brudda

[verse 2]
don’t panic, houston, yeah i still f-ck around with sauce and them
but it’s still f-ck trill sammy, n-gga, when i’m walkin’ in
you f-ck with 16 year olds, n-gga, stop stalkin them
my n-gga out that nolia told me “don’t target him”
but if you act like a b-tch n-gga, f-ck it, we swarmin’ him
my young n-gga just turned 18, armin’ him
oh, it’s your time now
save that for another day
b-tch, this new orleans, my n-ggas [?], my bro bought a k
n-gga, don’t trap where ya stay
n-gga i gotta, loft in l.a
n-gga i gotta, condo in the a
n-gga i gotta, trap in the bay
you ain’t never, seen a hundred k
my n-gga, just bought a wraith
rap, rap, hustle all day
for real
b-tch, please
og’s f-ck with us
after this, the whole houston not gon f-ck witcha’

[outro]
oh yeah you still can’t come to new orleans, you heard me

- tre pierre lyrics

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