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trxsto – uzi lyrics

[intro]
let’s go, let’s go, aye
on foe nem, aye you hear me tho, let’s go
(dylan cooking hits boy)
no bap, no bap
(k3beats) aye

[verse 1]
extended the clip on the uzi
this a thirty shot it shoot me a movie
no blue+ray, get hit wit’ a k
bro got some hallows, they f+ck up ya face
i might do the race just like i’m tay+k
skrrt off in a masi’, know i don’t play
shawty a thotty all in my face
she touching body, put her in her place
i’m catching a homi’ if one of y’all play
i done said before if you play then you lay
n+gga talk crazy get shot in the face
then we catching a flight the next day
shе calling me daddy, but i’m not father
lil’ folks on the bеnch you know i’m a starter
get in the booth and you know i go harder
since a young age i been f+cking on daughters
since a young age i’ve been getting this cheddar
still clutching berretta’s, might start a vendetta
said i do her better, broke up through a letter
and i might zip em’ up, if that boy try to sweat her
tooley tucked in my jeans and bro off a bean
if we get into it, we making a scene
bape on my hoody, amiri my jeans
my sh+t cost, i ain’t shopping at shein
b+tch i’m a boss like big hakeem
bro got a glock and the glock got a beam
why is you hating, and you on my team?
these n+ggas be hating, these b+tches be green
she think that i’m loving, i don’t do the cuffing
i fill up her head i’m still in her dreams
lil’ shawty she stupid, lil’ shawty she tweakin’
bro pop a perc and get gone by the weekend
not trusting no thot cause these b+tches be sneakin’
(dylan cooking hits boy)
just like dex on a b+tch i’m geekin’
out of yo’ mind, you must be tweakin’
post up on the block, play offense, defense
lil’ bro in the field, that’s a crazy sequence
just took yo’ b+tch, lil’ shawty she decent
h+ll naw f+ck that, we ain’t signing no treason
bro ready to spin then give em’ a reason
[verse 2]
just flipped me grand but i’m not a theft
this glock on auto cook you like a chef
i got the stripes like a motherf+ckin’ ref
if you play with the gang that’s like playing with death
at first they ain’t, i think they was deaf
(k3beats)
if you not moving right then yo’ ass getting left
lil’ b+tch i sneeze, i’m blessed
i’m upping the bl!ck, finna put you to rest
these b+tches be going, so i am not cuffing
i just want yo’ knowledge, no time for the f+cking
you do all the yapping, you better start ducking
yo’ b+tch in the back and you know that she sucking
this bl!ck on my waist, i ain’t packing for nothing
if we get into it, i’m upping, i’m bussing
i really get active no time for the fussing
he ain’t sipping wock, b+tch that’s robitussin
twin got a glock and it hold 2 dozen
glock 24 like kobe b+tch
ball in the league wit’ yo b+tch on my team, just like young ginóbili b+tch
walk in this b+tch wit’ the ice on my neck, no you do not know me b+tch
n+ggas be mad cause they b+tch on my d+ck
if they get out of line, then the glock got a switch
b+tch!

- trxsto lyrics

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