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different niggas - trenchkidd flame lyrics

[intro]
ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, this a cold*blooded one right here, man
i’ma show y’all how we steppin’
and i’ma tell you what we really on
baow, baow, baow, baow

[verse 1]
don’t step in this sh*t if you ain’t ’bout it
ain’t no love in these streets, boy, it’s violent
gotta keep that pipe, don’t be lackin’
if you move wrong, get hit with a ratchet
on go, we don’t do all that chat sh*t
one call, they pull up with them caskets
f*ck the opps, they ain’t slidin’ for real
they just cap on the net, they ain’t tryna get active
catch his ass lackin’, he gone
put a beam on the glock, now his head blown
spin back*to*back, we ain’t callin’ no truce
if you ridin’ with ’em, you get hit too
ain’t no passеs, we droppin’ locations
f*ck a diss, we ain’t into no fakin’
catch a body, then back to thе basics
glock with a switch, make a f*ck n*gga face it

[chorus]
don’t slip, don’t trip, don’t fold
run in your spot, make everybody get low
she eat me up like she starvin’ for more
i bust on her face, then i’m out through the door
too many guns, we ain’t playin’ with fists
you reach for my chain, you get left in this b*tch
body for body, we up on the score
if you ain’t on sh*t, what you claimin’ it for?
[verse 2]
took a couple trips to the a
took a couple trips to the o
took a couple trips to your block
ain’t see n0body, they know how it go
hundred shots, let ‘em off through the window
choppa gon’ sing, it don’t play like a demo
f*ck all that talkin’, let’s see what it’s ‘bout
if he say he a shooter, we airin’ it out
mask up, then i creep through the back
no ski, but i still keep a mac
all these n*ggas be tough for the ‘gram
but in real life, these n*ggas be rats
n*gga, you ain’t no stepper, you lyin’
caught his ass, now he runnin’ for time
told that hoe she ain’t f*ckin’, she useless
get on your knees, b*tch, show me you ruthless
12 on my ass, had to do the dash
f*ck all that talkin’, i’m gettin’ this cash
n*gga get caught, he gon’ tell on the gang
that’s why we don’t let f*ck n*ggas hang
ops in my blunt, i’m smokin’ that strong
f*ck your homie, he dead and he gone
p*ssy*ass n*ggas be movin’ too soft
if we catch him, we knockin’ him off
[chorus]
don’t slip, don’t trip, don’t fold
run in your spot, make everybody get low
she eat me up like she starvin’ for more
i bust on her face, then i’m out through the door
too many guns, we ain’t playin’ with fists
you reach for my chain, you get left in this b*tch
body for body, we up on the score
if you ain’t on sh*t, what you claimin’ it for?

[verse 3]
yeah, i’m off these percs, i’m rollin’
headshot, now his ass ain’t spoken
glock got a d*ck, it’s pokin’
run up, you get put in a ocean
f*ck all that talk, let’s step
drac’ got a kick, make a f*ck n*gga stretch
hollows gon’ burn through his vest
try to run off, he got hit in his neck
rob a f*ck n*gga for thinkin’ he tough
come to my hood, better keep that sh*t tucked
n*ggas be cappin’, ain’t slidin’ for real
hop out the whip, make a f*ck n*gga duck
hopped on the curb, put a beam on his back
switch make a n*gga start runnin’ like track
ain’t no survivors, we doubling back
call up the gang, then we spinnin’ again
[chorus]
don’t slip, don’t trip, don’t fold
run in your spot, make everybody get low
she eat me up like she starvin’ for more
i bust on her face, then i’m out through the door
too many guns, we ain’t playin’ with fists
you reach for my chain, you get left in this b*tch
body for body, we up on the score
if you ain’t on sh*t, what you claimin’ it for?

[outro]
baow, baow, baow!
spin back, leave his brains on the floor
p*ssy n*ggas ain’t slidin’, they hoez
f*ck the opps, we up on the score

- trenchkidd flame lyrics

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