trevmas – they think she stream lyrics
[verse 1: trevmas]
bad b+tch wanna f+ck (she do), but i don’t do no pity (yeah)
cat, it talk to me, i’m over here like h+llo kitty (like h+llo)
i just left my shot up on her back, this not no ricky (yeah)
inside of the whip is peanut b+tter, not no jiffy (yeah)
this not no skippy (yeah), rock balmain, not d+ckies (yeah, yeah)
i don’t got a type, but best believe it, ho, i’m picky (yeah)
all them hoes like, “pick me” (yeah, yeah)
start to feel like drake, ’cause after one f+ck, they get sticky (yeah, yеah)
picking up the mic in grade elеven (yeah)
they said i was goofy, i was mickey (oh, oh)
in the back seat of my whip, i’m with your b+tch we hit a quickie (oh, oh)
i got the crowd jumping, no hippie, b+tch, i’m holding .50 (oh, yeah)
yeah, we ain’t eating out, but i got this b+tch screaming, “tip me up” (oh, oh)
she like, “rip me up,” my cup like, “sip me up” (oh, yeah)
i don’t got manners, don’t got manners, no insignia (oh, oh)
and my shooter never miss, he shoot like curry, this not india (oh, yeah)
met at the club and now i’m sinning out with cynthia (ooh)
my b+tch bad, they think she stream, we box ’em up, supreme (ooh)
with my whole regime, yeah, we take out your whole team (ooh)
it’s not halloween, bl++dy face, not talking scream (ooh)
i just bagged a baddie ho, it boost my self+esteem (yeah, yeah)
up this sh+t, i cause a racket, not the tennis team (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m easily convinced, please don’t pressure me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
counting all these f+cking racks, i’m like the treasury (yeah, yeah, yeah)
g+lock in the tote, i only tote deadly accessories (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: trevmas]
bad b+tch wanna f+ck, i pick her up, we get straight to it, yeah (yeah, yeah)
this a big ass whip lil’ hoe, this a big ass unit, yeah (yeah, yeah)
hundred dollar caviar, b+tch, don’t even chew it, yeah (yeah, yeah)
you ain’t met this glock before, well, let me introduce it (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: trevmas]
this a big clip, fiber, we tote big sh+t (yeah, yeah)
hit him in his chest, ho, promise we won’t miss him (yeah, yeah)
yeah, she let me f+ck a couple times, i’m getting distant (yeah, yeah)
he think ’cause he got a couple ties, he think he big sh+t (yeah, yeah)
put his silhouette up on the ground, said i’m the best, pound for pound (yeah, yeah)
she told me she wanna f+ck, said turn around, and gave her rounds (yeah, yeah)
heard he talking sh+t, my glock, it rumble, not the tummy sound (yeah)
like the coconuts up on her chest, i like her mounds
you better come correct, d+ck up in your b+tch, look how she cum collect
she know she can’t f+ck with me, she gave me that humble neck (like h+llo)
my shooter a marksman, he shoot that sh+t like boba fett (yeah)
i brought the wock’ to germany, f+ck an oktoberfest (yeah, yeah)
i feel like dj khaled, ho, you know we the best (yeah, yeah)
b+tch, i’m riding in a ghost, it’s like my whip possessed (yeah, yeah)
every day my worth get bigger, ho, it’s never less (yeah, yeah)
nike sends me shoes themselves, these sh+t’s you’ll never get (yeah)
glocky on my side, thats my go+to (on god)
now i’m up, they want a piece, like, i don’t know you (on god)
[verse 3: funeral]
boy, you cannot ho me, at your block, they don’t know you
see me with this switch up on my glock, i’ma fold you (on god)
they don’t know you (on god), they don’t know, dude
b+tch, i’ve been a soldier with this rocket, it explode you
my choppa a f+cking wh0re, i make this b+tch blow you
b+tch, i’m busting down your door, my choppa explore you
say something, lil’ b+tch, in the whip, got a ray gun, lil’ b+tch (on god)
say something, ‘fore we play something, get a case up in this b+tch (on god)
say something ‘fore i make something, sh+t happen in this b+tch, yeah
say something, pull a rack out, pull a strap out and get hit, yeah
f+ck your reputation, taylor swift, think i did something bad
why i smack the f+ck out of his ass? he ain’t do nothing back
tell him, “come and get it back in blood,” he ain’t even touching that
i’ma still do what the f+ck i want, what your b+tch blushing at?
ayy, f+ck america, lil’ b+tch, i’ve been a psycho
my life is so sick, but i’m so sick of all my side hoes
anywhere i’m at, these b+tches go wherever i go
i’ma take a walk, yeen really with it like i’m tycho
[chorus: trevmas]
(ooh) bad b+tch wanna f+ck, i pick her up, we get straight to it, yeah (ooh)
this a big ass whip lil’ hoe, this a big ass unit, yeah (ooh)
hundred dollar caviar, b+tch, don’t even chew it, yeah (ooh)
you ain’t met this glock before, well, let me introduce it
[outro: trevmas]
ooh (oh, woah, woah)
ooh (oh, woah, woah)
ooh (oh, woah, woah)
ooh
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