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trenches activated - big azrael lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, who the f*ck is shax, n*gga?)
(ayy, dodo, what’s the move?)
brr, brr

[chorus]
o’hare, all black, i’m reaping (reaping)
talk that gang sh*t, boy, you tweaking (you tweaking)
hollow tips hit his chest, now his ass ain’t breathing (brrt, brrt)
get smoked or get stepped on, i’m the reason (p*ssy)
soft*ass n*gga, you ain’t no demon
b*tch on my d*ck, tryna swallow my s*m*n (ugh)
need me a beam and a drum, i’m fiendin’
glock like a switch, how that b*tch get to screamin’ (brrt, brrt)

[verse]
n*ggas thought they had me, keep on dreamin’
left his ass stiff, now he stuck to the cement
i ain’t got a dollar, i’m kickin’ your door
i’m up twenty, playin’ ball like a pro (you know that)
right now at ruth’s chris gettin’ steak to*go (go)
can’t love that b*tch, she might drop my lo’ (drop my lo’)
ayy, i f*ck with them k!llers, i post on the 4
cuban all flooded, your b*tch on my phone
he got a stick but ain’t lettin’ it blow (uh*uh)
catch his ass lackin’, he losin’ his soul (you know that)
caught him broad day, made him shake like a ghost (brrt)
ain’t no passes, b*tch, we up the score (uh*uh)
h*llcat, switch lanes, ridin’ solo
we get back fast, ain’t takin’ no photos
think quick, move wrong, you gone (uh*uh)
my opps stay broke, that’s a fact, check the score (d*mn)
high speed chase, ain’t stoppin’ my ride
glock in my lap, if i up it, he die (uh*huh)
f*ck all my opps, b*tch, i’m too live (too live)
headed to a stain, doin’ 90 down the drive (you know that)
n*ggas ain’t slide, they just cap on live (they ain’t)
steady gettin’ hit, makin’ mamas cry (brrt)
i’m gon’ get rich, or i’m gon’ die (facts)
n*gga got hit, started b*tchin’ online (lame)
i ain’t gotta call sh*t, i’m the first to slide (uh*huh)
shots ring out, now the sirens outside (brrt)
take that sh*t, i ain’t finna buy it (f*ck you mean?)
headshot, d*mn near took off his top (you know that)
trackhawk fly, take off on the cops
b*tches eat d*ck ’cause they know i drop opps (brrt)
we stretch sh*t, turn his ass into za’ (d*mn)
[bridge]
we stretch sh*t, turn his ass into za’
smoke yo’ ass like some za’
don’t get turned into a pack like some za’
brrt, brrt

[chorus]
o’hare, all black, i’m reaping (reaping)
talk that gang sh*t, boy, you tweaking (you tweaking)
hollow tips hit his chest, now his ass ain’t breathing (brrt, brrt)
get smoked or get stepped on, i’m the reason (i’m the reason)
soft*ass n*gga, you ain’t no demon (nah)
b*tch on my d*ck, tryna swallow my s*m*n (ugh)
need me a beam and a drum, i’m fiendin’ (i’m fiendin’)
glock like a switch, how that b*tch get to screamin’ (brrt, brrt)

[outro]
b*tch, you’ll think it’s a switch how that b*tch get to screamin’
need me a beam and a drum, i’m tweakin’
b*tch on my d*ck, tryna swallow my s*m*n (ugh)
brrt, brrt

- big azrael lyrics

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