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drive in the whip - odtriggerkid lyrics

[intro]
gang, gang
slide up, slide out, let’s get it
triggerkid, hoe
slatt

[chorus]
i want a setup b*tch to text that drop, i’ll leave the backdoor cracked
tell her, “bring her friend,” both come in, only one walkin’ back
if i hop out first and bro hop too, who drivin’? b*tch, we don’t think ’bout that
ain’t no love for no f*ckboy clique, y’all type get left where the pavement at
i don’t want peace, i don’t want talk, i just want blood on the wall like paint
i ain’t no rapper, i’m just a shorty with pain, and the glock don’t jam, it crank
do i want .30 or drum on the stick? sh*t, either way he stink
sh*t so f*cked up, i can’t even breathe, my soul got used to hate

[verse]
f*ck a opp, we spin in the whip
hundred rounds in the back, two clips
she say she love me, that b*tch full of tricks
suckin’ my soul out just for a fl!ck
he postin’ guns, but ain’t shot sh*t
that boy a fan, he ain’t no threat
i seen his mans fold under pressure
we don’t do “next time,” we double back better
hop out the window, flame his ass
caught his big bro, made him crash
i don’t do group hugs, i do toe tags
wrap him in plastic, clean that mess fast
said i was done, but i’m back with a blade
back with a bag and a brick in the safe
you ain’t gang, stay out the way
we slide too deep, then flip your base
these lil’ hoes love to brag, but broke
b*tch, i’m the one with the bands and smoke
lil’ bro stole a car, then crashed that b*tch
now we out walkin’ with poles and hope
hit his neck, then take his rope
try to flex? we cut that throat
b*tch keep playin’, she’ll get choked
i ain’t with that sweet sh*t, no joke
shoot at the crowd, don’t care who hit
if it’s war, then we all gon’ blitz
b*tch*ass n*ggas keep beggin’ for peace
but they still throw shade, better shut that lip
my name ring bells in the murder zone
i been outside, don’t need no phone
i don’t do net beef, catch me alone
and i’ll leave your head in a different zone
[chorus]
i want a setup b*tch to text that drop, i’ll leave the backdoor cracked
tell her, “bring her friend,” both come in, only one walkin’ back
if i hop out first and bro hop too, who drivin’? b*tch, we don’t think ’bout that
ain’t no love for no f*ckboy clique, y’all type get left where the pavement at
i don’t want peace, i don’t want talk, i just want blood on the wall like paint
i ain’t no rapper, i’m just a shorty with pain, and the glock don’t jam, it crank
do i want .30 or drum on the stick? sh*t, either way he stink
sh*t so f*cked up, i can’t even breathe, my soul got used to hate

- odtriggerkid lyrics

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