"Trumpets" lyrics
Big ass four-five, we cut your head off if you're playing both sides
Been out booed up, fucked up ain't get put down
Sliding broad daylight, give a fuck bout whole round
I'm riding with a drako on my lap it move around
Put a box on a 10-millit, 32-round
I'm in a jet doing 150, need to slow down
First time bucking a fully draped, blow my show down
Been ain't got no aim, shooting flow, ain't trying to hit that neck
Ten black trucks, slidin' through the road of 1900
Told my brother that I love em
Bet I never break the code
Same one that slept on the floor, still gettin smoke
Man who that at the door, boy it betta not be them crackas
I spent 38 on this pint, I got Quagen in my bladder
I spent 30k on this lean, bitch don't ask me why I'm fatter
I tried bringin' everybody up w me, they wanna grab the ladder
I'm off this dope, smacked up, meds
Boy you're thinkin' Deebo, I pull up just like Craig
Baby this on purp, this ain't red
I ain't tucking in chain, better get it through your head
I swing the chopstick like some motherfuckin' dreads
Try to run, he say, 762 hit his leg
I pray to God I keep my glock everytime I go to bed
Ain't shit sweet, put a honey bun on your head
Walk in Louis, I put three K on my fuckin' leg
Get that straight drop, know you getting hit over the head
I got the mac with the glock or the Drake with the sig
Baby ARP in the backseat like I'm babysitting kids
I'ma hit her back, she got her head on my kid
She got a little back, she say it's bein' up on real
Send her to a man with some dick on her lip
5'7", FN, big ass grill on my head
I'm all these dogs smacked on those, huh, meds
Boy, you're thinkin' Divo, why I pull up July Craze?
This on Purr, this ain't, huh, great
I ain't tuckin' in chain, better get it through your head
I swing the Charles stick like some motherfuckin' train
Try to run, he say, I'm sick
I pray to God to keep my Glaw every time I go to bed
This shit sweet, put a honey bun on your head
I got shit to say now, bitch I'm counting K now
Sliding through a K in a Maybach with my K on it bought it at the playground on my second day
I call a Drake and Vandal, this bitch up here eat your face out
Bitch I got too much money, my house ain't broken but me
Bitch really came for the name, nah how bout this bitch thump me?
The stock color ugly, rap this
I'm tryna keep it quiet, put potato on the muzzle
This bitch look like a fang I'm smokin' out a pound, you smokin' out a onion
I was down bad on my D, I rattled her off the muscle
Big ass four-five on my heel, bitch, I ain't tryna touch her, yeah
I'm all these dogs mad, thought those, huh, meds
Bitch, you're D-boy, why I pull up you like Craig?
Baby, this on purge, this ain't, huh, red
I ain't tuckin' in chain, better get it through your head
I pray to God it keep my Glaw every time
Been out booed up, fucked up ain't get put down
Sliding broad daylight, give a fuck bout whole round
I'm riding with a drako on my lap it move around
Put a box on a 10-millit, 32-round
I'm in a jet doing 150, need to slow down
First time bucking a fully draped, blow my show down
Been ain't got no aim, shooting flow, ain't trying to hit that neck
Ten black trucks, slidin' through the road of 1900
Told my brother that I love em
Bet I never break the code
Same one that slept on the floor, still gettin smoke
Man who that at the door, boy it betta not be them crackas
I spent 38 on this pint, I got Quagen in my bladder
I spent 30k on this lean, bitch don't ask me why I'm fatter
I tried bringin' everybody up w me, they wanna grab the ladder
I'm off this dope, smacked up, meds
Boy you're thinkin' Deebo, I pull up just like Craig
Baby this on purp, this ain't red
I ain't tucking in chain, better get it through your head
I swing the chopstick like some motherfuckin' dreads
Try to run, he say, 762 hit his leg
I pray to God I keep my glock everytime I go to bed
Ain't shit sweet, put a honey bun on your head
Walk in Louis, I put three K on my fuckin' leg
Get that straight drop, know you getting hit over the head
I got the mac with the glock or the Drake with the sig
Baby ARP in the backseat like I'm babysitting kids
I'ma hit her back, she got her head on my kid
She got a little back, she say it's bein' up on real
Send her to a man with some dick on her lip
5'7", FN, big ass grill on my head
I'm all these dogs smacked on those, huh, meds
Boy, you're thinkin' Divo, why I pull up July Craze?
This on Purr, this ain't, huh, great
I ain't tuckin' in chain, better get it through your head
I swing the Charles stick like some motherfuckin' train
Try to run, he say, I'm sick
I pray to God to keep my Glaw every time I go to bed
This shit sweet, put a honey bun on your head
I got shit to say now, bitch I'm counting K now
Sliding through a K in a Maybach with my K on it bought it at the playground on my second day
I call a Drake and Vandal, this bitch up here eat your face out
Bitch I got too much money, my house ain't broken but me
Bitch really came for the name, nah how bout this bitch thump me?
The stock color ugly, rap this
I'm tryna keep it quiet, put potato on the muzzle
This bitch look like a fang I'm smokin' out a pound, you smokin' out a onion
I was down bad on my D, I rattled her off the muscle
Big ass four-five on my heel, bitch, I ain't tryna touch her, yeah
I'm all these dogs mad, thought those, huh, meds
Bitch, you're D-boy, why I pull up you like Craig?
Baby, this on purge, this ain't, huh, red
I ain't tuckin' in chain, better get it through your head
I pray to God it keep my Glaw every time
