"TRX" lyrics
Set myself up like that
(I was tryna steal dude weed, foe)
Brrt
Thirty-shot Glock 10 go through you and your man
I'm slimin' you out even if you my friend (You know that)
That nigga ranned off, bet he won't run again
I'ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
We slide, jump out, kill you and your friend (You know that)
I might troll on the 'net, but they know I'll spin (You know that)
This shit all raw, I cannot pretend (Uh-uh)
My gang full of savages, your ass do not blend (You know that)
When you see me, don't smile, don't think I'm playin' (Don't think that)
This Gen5 Glock, this bitch won't jam (Uh-uh)
Fuck my new opps and, bitch, fuck Bam (Fuck Bam)
Slide caught a flight and still ain't land (Damn)
TRX, this bitch a Ram (This bitch a Ram)
Thought we was cool, your ass ain't gang (Goofy)
We left the opps soaked in the rain
Switchy, fifty hit his face (Brrt, brrt)
Thought he was safe, pull where he stay
Don't want no Glock, pass me the Drac' (Uh-uh)
Kick down your door and take your safe (You know that)
Before I go to sleep, I pray that I catch an opp next day
I spank ass, then I skip states (You know that)
Only get a pass if your shit fake
I don't steal, bitch, I take
When it's time to hit a lick, I put on my cape (Damn)
12 tried to box me in, wrong guy, you late
Tried to chase me on foot, started hoppin' gates (You know that)
I treat the bird, fuck the jakes (Skrrt)
Havin' shootouts every state (You know that)
Bounce out, why you runnin' when you know that I'ma chase you? (Brrt, brrt)
I'm in Bali on the hills, I was just in the basement (Damn)
Abort the mission, don't want no baby
I lost my mind, but I ain't shit like Jason (I ain't)
This a big-ass Glock, never had a .380
This a big-ass chop like it came from the Navy
We want top sliders, niggas with faces
Don't want your bop, that bitch too basic
Niggas want clout and they always chasin'
Can't hit this 'Wood, bitch, I'm facin' (You can't, fuck out my face, lil' boy)
Thirty-shot Glock 10 go through you and your man
I'm slimin' you out even if you my friend
That nigga ranned off, bet he won't run again
I'ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
We slide, jump out, kill you and your friend (Brrt)
I might troll on the 'net, but they know I'll spin
This shit all raw, I cannot pretend
My gang full of savages, your ass do not blend
Uh-uh, bitch, your ass do not blend
This shit, I cannot fake, I cannot pretend
You know that
(I was tryna steal dude weed, foe)
Brrt
Thirty-shot Glock 10 go through you and your man
I'm slimin' you out even if you my friend (You know that)
That nigga ranned off, bet he won't run again
I'ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
We slide, jump out, kill you and your friend (You know that)
I might troll on the 'net, but they know I'll spin (You know that)
This shit all raw, I cannot pretend (Uh-uh)
My gang full of savages, your ass do not blend (You know that)
When you see me, don't smile, don't think I'm playin' (Don't think that)
This Gen5 Glock, this bitch won't jam (Uh-uh)
Fuck my new opps and, bitch, fuck Bam (Fuck Bam)
Slide caught a flight and still ain't land (Damn)
TRX, this bitch a Ram (This bitch a Ram)
Thought we was cool, your ass ain't gang (Goofy)
We left the opps soaked in the rain
Switchy, fifty hit his face (Brrt, brrt)
Thought he was safe, pull where he stay
Don't want no Glock, pass me the Drac' (Uh-uh)
Kick down your door and take your safe (You know that)
Before I go to sleep, I pray that I catch an opp next day
I spank ass, then I skip states (You know that)
Only get a pass if your shit fake
I don't steal, bitch, I take
When it's time to hit a lick, I put on my cape (Damn)
12 tried to box me in, wrong guy, you late
Tried to chase me on foot, started hoppin' gates (You know that)
I treat the bird, fuck the jakes (Skrrt)
Havin' shootouts every state (You know that)
Bounce out, why you runnin' when you know that I'ma chase you? (Brrt, brrt)
I'm in Bali on the hills, I was just in the basement (Damn)
Abort the mission, don't want no baby
I lost my mind, but I ain't shit like Jason (I ain't)
This a big-ass Glock, never had a .380
This a big-ass chop like it came from the Navy
We want top sliders, niggas with faces
Don't want your bop, that bitch too basic
Niggas want clout and they always chasin'
Can't hit this 'Wood, bitch, I'm facin' (You can't, fuck out my face, lil' boy)
Thirty-shot Glock 10 go through you and your man
I'm slimin' you out even if you my friend
That nigga ranned off, bet he won't run again
I'ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
We slide, jump out, kill you and your friend (Brrt)
I might troll on the 'net, but they know I'll spin
This shit all raw, I cannot pretend
My gang full of savages, your ass do not blend
Uh-uh, bitch, your ass do not blend
This shit, I cannot fake, I cannot pretend
You know that
