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trl - don't lyrics

[intro]
don’t be on ho sh+t, don’t be on broke sh+t
don’t be on lame sh+t, we don’t be on the same sh+t
don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
like for real, though (h+lluva made this beat, baby)
don’t be on ho sh+t, don’t be on broke sh+t
don’t be on lame sh+t, we don’t be on the same sh+t
don’t, don’t, don’t (ayy)

[verse 1]
mar, they not f+ckin’ with you, all you gotta do is drop
these n+ggas be in the way, doin’ anything for clout
we just got the drop on the house, like good lookin’ out
got a b+tch that’s always outside, main one in the house
i need to find some f+ckin’ shade ’cause i’m hot
you ain’t dead or in jail, what you complainin’ about?
n+gga tried to bang with mе, we started bangin’ it out
you ain’t camp, you ain’t gang, then you can’t comе around
like what you here for?

[verse 2]
[?] i strike a triple, kettle 7 mile
smell like dope in this b+tch in the spot, trappin’ in and out
text me you gon’ die up in this b+tch tryna get some clout
grew up with them hustlers, og stuffin’ thousands in the couch
makin’ noise around this b+tch, these hoes know what we about
n+gga, your daddy, he a rat, what you think? he made of mouse?
neck lookin’ like soicyboyz, gucci in his prime
told the waitress f+ck them bottles in this b+tch, we pourin’ lines
[verse 3]
yeah, b+tch, it’s the camp, we treat this sh+t just like mob business
trap slappin’ like a coney, got a line in it
all them n+ggas hang with rats, it got my mind spinnin’
this sh+t fresh from the ‘bow, i think my lungs finished
sh+t, i think it’s tension, sh+t, my palms itchin’
my chopper solve all my problems, f+ck i look like ventin’?
if it’s a way to get some money, then i’m all in it
watch me spin off in this track, police think i’m ignant

[verse 4]
i ain’t steppin’ in that b+tch, i can’t bring no bl!ckie with me
bro be trippin’ in trackhawks, do like one sixty in ’em
if i ever feel pressure, then that’s another victim
shots fired, man down, i’m tryna dodge the system
boy, don’t call my phone about no b+tch, yeah, you know i hit her
n+ggas askin’ ’bout some blitz knowin’ we done sent them
i don’t even f+ck with n+ggas, better have your pistol
when a n+gga see me out, he gon’ get his issue

[verse 5]
nah, when we see that n+gga out, we gon’ send a missile
we get on your ass, supposed to sayin’ that you miss him
ocb, my circle small, it’s more beneficial
ain’t no back and forth on instagram, i leave that to my b+tches
[chorus]
don’t be on ho sh+t, don’t be on broke sh+t
don’t be on lame sh+t, we don’t be on the same sh+t
don’t, don’t, don’t, we don’t
like for real, though
don’t be on ho sh+t, don’t be on broke sh+t
don’t be on lame sh+t, we don’t be on the same sh+t
don’t (don’t, don’t)

[outro]
(a n+gga could never be on our time of type, n+gga)
(n+ggas crazy)
(ocb, camp boys)
ahh, let’s go

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