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took his bitch - trenchkidd flame lyrics

[intro]
(tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up!)

[chorus]
i said i was done, but, b*tch, i’m back, back with a glock and a whole lotta racks
n*ggas be talkin’ that sh*t on the net, see ’em in person, they don’t wanna act
he tried to run, we filled up his back, now his dumbass layin’ out flat
b*tch, i’m dripped in amiri and prada, this ain’t no regular sh*t, it’s a fact
what the f*ck you thought? n*gga, i been him, ain’t never been broke, ain’t never been wack
run up my check, f*ck on his ex, she gave me the throat while he blow up her text
b*tch, i’m outside, i don’t hide, play if you want, you gon’ see how i step
it was me and my dawg all summer, runnin’ through hoes, ain’t never regrеt

[verse]
let that switch off, brrt, brrt, this b*tch sound like it glitchin’
b*tch, i’m back from the dеad, y’all done woke up a demon, now all y’all some victims
i’m in the stu’ geeked up off a jigga, turn that b*tch up, i ain’t doin’ no chillin’
still keep a glock, ain’t throwin’ no fists, f*ck all that boxin’, this ain’t no scrimmage
p*ssy*ass n*ggas keep talkin’ ’bout smoke, i’ma make sure that sh*t get lit
hoes keep lyin’ like they my b*tch, b*tch, you ain’t never even touched my d*ck
and these n*ggas keep thinkin’ i’m sweet ’cause i smile, but i got more shots than a bar
we tryna get rich and buy out the block, i ain’t tryna be broke like before
huh, switched my line up, changed my number, too many opps, too many hoes
i was movin’ too loose, had to get it in check, had to cut off some fake*ass bros
f*ck a diss, we just pull up and hit, ain’t no talkin’, we up in the score
if a n*gga want smoke, we bringin’ the pressure, i ain’t duckin’, b*tch, i want more
uh, b*tch, i been slidin’, ain’t never been hidin’, you n*ggas be cappin’ for clout
talk on the net, but ain’t never do sh*t, we catch him in person, he runnin’ his mouth
i ain’t even gotta say too much, just know that we sendin’ them shots
if he miss, then he lucky as f*ck, spin back, make sure that he drop
[chorus]
i said i was done, but, b*tch, i’m back, back with a glock and a whole lotta racks
n*ggas be talkin’ that sh*t on the net, see ’em in person, they don’t wanna act
he tried to run, we filled up his back, now his dumbass layin’ out flat
b*tch, i’m dripped in amiri and prada, this ain’t no regular sh*t, it’s a fact
what the f*ck you thought? n*gga, i been him, ain’t never been broke, ain’t never been wack
run up my check, f*ck on his ex, she gave me the throat while he blow up her text
b*tch, i’m outside, i don’t hide, play if you want, you gon’ see how i step
it was me and my dawg all summer, runnin’ through hoes, ain’t never regret

[outro]
b*tch, i’m back, n*gga, yeah, i’m back, n*gga
try to play, get whacked, n*gga, big ass glock gon’ clap, n*gga
we don’t do no cap, n*gga, spin your block and attack, n*gga
yeah, yeah, we spin your block and attack, n*gga

- trenchkidd flame lyrics

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