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trxsto - socially distanced lyrics

[chorus]
v8 the engine
hop in go missing
n+ggas be wolfing and flogging and dissing
i just be getting bucks balling like pistons
i pray to god but i’m not a christian
pray on my downfall no they be wishing
snakes in my circle but ain’t hear him hissing
play wit the gang he might end up missing
six feet under that’s socially distance

v8 the engine
hop in go missing
n+ggas be wolfing and flogging and dissing
i just be getting bucks balling like pistons
i pray to god but i’m not a christian
pray on my downfall no they be wishing
snakes in my circle but ain’t hear him hissing
play wit the gang he might end up missing
six feet under that’s socially distance

[verse 1]
no i’m not a k!ller or robber or shooter
but i ride wit’ k!llas and robbers and shootas
i’m wit yo b+tch inna city on scooters
yo’ b+tch she a bop and she working at hootеrs
im inna club and im flirting cougars
big bro inna field and he playing wit rugers
switch on a glock tryna bust a mеdulla
i dive in a crowd like the bktherula

we came up from nothing had nothing foreal
want a house on a hill and my bank on a mil
bro clutching the pipe other hand onna wheel
this world that we living it’s k!ll or be k!lled

been thru a lot took a minute to heal
ain’t a milli or better ain’t signing a deal
gone off a yerk yea he popped him a pill
if he get out his body get popped like a seal

[chorus
v8 the engine
hop in go missing
n+ggas be wolfin and flogging and dissing
i just be getting bucks balling like pistons
i pray to god but i’m not a christian
pray on my downfall no dey be wishing
snakes in my circle but ain’t hear him hissing
play wit the gang he might end up missing
six feet under that’s socially distance
v8 the engine
hop in go missing
n+ggas be wolfin and flogging and dissing
i just be getting bucks balling like pistons
i pray to god but i’m not a christian
pray on my downfall no dey be wishing
snakes in my circle but ain’t hear him hissing
play wit the gang he might end up missing
six feet under that’s socially distance

[verse 2]
balling like curry you know i ain’t trippin
not wifing no thottie, these b+tches i’m pimpin’
i hit from the back and i leave the hoe limping
ain cuffin’ no eater u know i ain’t simping
if i get in a jam, i’m a cut off my lips
you n+ggas be ratting get caught and they snitch
i’m in this b+tch wilding out like nick
he got hit with a [?] gone make his ass twitch
tryna get rich, i don’t care ’bout a b+tch
why you speaking on me, get the f+ck off my d+ck
they see that i’m winning, it’s making them sick
how you say you a stepper, but don’t got a bl!ck
big bro in the field making plays, mike vick
i f+ck wit’ slow money, but i need it quick
my b+tch she bad, she bougie and thick
and yo’ b+tch suckin’ me like a leach or a tick

- trxsto lyrics

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