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trenchal - rat lyrics

[intro: anfwan]
yeah, yeah yeah
she sucking the team eh
wah
she sucking the team eh
bombom
f-ck is you want man
yo 2019 sh-t crazy
yo
she sucking the team
puh
f-ck is you want
yo this b-tch don’t know nothing
tell her she love me, she do not love me
hey, yeah
playing all these games and sh-t
aye

[hook 1: anfwan]
f-ck that lil b-tch
doing you wrong
tell her she love you, she do not love you
feeling is strong
up in my lungs
f-ck is you want
shooters they come
dressed in all black
pull out the mac
feeling the blast
right for your dome
should’ve stayed home

[verse 1: trenchal]
my b-tch like dancing
we f-ck in the back end
always stay trappin
never be lacking
we gon go up on a trip and imma take another brick
living on the edge and imma f-ck up with a stick
feigning for the lean so imma take another sip
tryna copy all of my waves just get up on my drip
gotta say something
baby she jumping
-ss in the air
she ain’t never stopping
gucci the shirt
b-tch i be copping
h-ll of a gas
still never coughing
leaving no conscious
he in a coffin
homies they talking
f-ck what they say
cuz soon they be dropping
im on the way
they say that i’m popping

[verse 2: remi]
move to the city
just leaving the bando
my gun on my waist and no one can tempt me
everyone fake they lost in the money
my girl on my d-ck, she bounce like a bunny
ride with the gang
sn-tching your chain
k!lling your name
making u sane
that sh-t is funny they way you be talking
when you get down, you always be knocking
your homies be fronting, they up like a rocket
like a qb i stay in my pocket
i do not fold, imma stay cold
look at my ice
that sh-t the drip
rocking force ones
that sh-t is lit
do it for my mama she part of the cl1ck
bought a new gun
that sh-t will hit
yeah, aye
f-ck with my family we all come in ones
we smoking the kush right outta the blunt
we packing, we do that for fun
moving and drinking we all on a run

[bridge: anfwan]
she wanna f-ck with a n-gga like me
she wanna get down, ot
diamonds on me drip, ice tea
you want a feature pay for the fee
yeah i’m looking on god d-mn fleek
i gotta hook shot “kareem”
i gotta 38 tech on me
serving off white to these feigns

[verse 3: trenchal]
take a chain that sh-t cuban link
f-ck a body like that p-ssy pink
light it up she got like fifty bean
dripping dragging like a faucet leak
imma f-ck this sh-t up just to cop me a bag
running up racks i ain’t never gon brag
got the key city groupies always wanna beg
f-cking up checks i ain’t never leave tags
i just spend money on the wrist
i just let hoes take a hit
groupies gon drool off the drip
yo man he a tool, he a b-tch
they f-cking like who is this
whipping like ludacris
we whipping that foreign whip
f-cking it raw then i dip

[hook 2: anfwan]
f-ck that lil b-tch
doing you wrong
tell her she love you, she do not love you
feeling is strong
up in my lungs
f-ck is you want
shooters they come
dressed in all black
pull out the mac
feeling the blast
right for your dome

- trenchal lyrics

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