Blac youngsta - Trench bitch

(Banger)

I put my life on the line, I'ma break up with you, ho (it's over)
You been disrespectful, hope the crazy house come get you, ho (crazy)
Pistol by the dresser, 'cause I'm sleepin' by my pistol, ho (brrt)
I don't tongue wrestle, when you speakin' on my bitches, ho (gang, gang, gang)
I can't put my bitch before my bro, 'cause my brodie's my bro (that's my ho)
But my bro he gotta know, that he can't disrespect my ho (what up bro?)
She ain't just no any ho, she some like my main ho
Even though, she my side-bitch, I buy her Range Rover (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Trench bitch, she don't give a fuck about rich bitch
And I keep my pistol in her purse, 'cause I can't risk it
Trench bitch, she know when I fuck I ain't gon' kiss it
And she gave me all her nigga's drugs, knowin' it's his shit (gang, gang, gang)
Trench bitch, she been gettin' money (gang), she a trick-trick (gang, gang, gang)
And she get to swipin' with her friend, that's how they get shit
Trench bitch, she can't hold a secret, showin' my dick pic
My skinny bitch had took it, so I sent it to my thick bitch, yeah (yeah)


She might stand up to them pussy niggas, but she go down for me (she might)
'Member days I left my work outside, she went and vouch for me (she mine)
She might cut her wrist off when she pissed off, 'fore she cancel me (she mine)
I was on McKinney with my dick out 'fore I found the beat (I'm like)
Hard body flow, I might send my bitch to bless the streets
I know my lil' bitch in the hood, she still wish she was next to me (she mine)
Said she loveded me for real, but she endin' up textin' me (she like)
She got a new booty, shit didn't work, she wish the best for me (I'm like)
I got a new bitch, I like her for real, she like baguettes to me (she like)
She might slime you out, and she ain't worried 'bout no bitch textin' me (I'm like)
Bitch, I'm from the south and you ain't got worry 'bout no nigga testin' me (uh)
Told my mama, "Whenever I pass, make sure my bitch next to me"

Trench bitch, she don't give a fuck about rich bitch
And I keep my pistol in her purse, 'cause I can't risk it
Trench bitch, she know when I fuck I ain't gon' kiss it
And she gave me all her nigga's drugs, knowin' it's his shit
Trench bitch, she been gettin' money, she a trick-trick
And she get to swipin' with her friend, that's how they get shit
Trench bitch, she can't hold a secret, showin' my dick pic
My skinny bitch had took it, so I sent it to my thick bitch, yeah (yeah)

She don't give no fuck about no rich nigga (she don't give no), yeah
They gon' spend some dollars 'fore they get with her (they gon' spend some), yeah
They gon' buy some bottles 'fore they sip with her (they gon' buy some), yeah
I'm gon' pop my collar like a pimp, nigga, yeah
They gon' get some
'Fore they, what? Yeah
They gon' get some
'Fore they face, yeah (yeah)
I'ma pop my collar like a pimp, nigga, yeah
I'ma pop my collar like a

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