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TouchofTrent be wildin' with it

We pop out with them Glocks out, now everybody got switches
I don't talk about what we talk about, I don't want everybody in my business
I done told the truth about bro and them, now everybody in they feelings
She done set the standards for the bad b*t*hes, now everybody got t**ties
We ain't never worried about murder cases, n***a, everybody got millions
Keep your head up, you don't never wanna put your head down in the trenches
You got skybox to the Bulls gamе, gave Kim Foxx my tickets
I had a real lunch with a billionairе, I need a hundred mil' to get with 'em
I done seen n***as I vouched for post dude's sh*t on they Twitter
I brought Pooh Shiesty to my block, gave him my Glock with an extension
I seen Juice WRLD doc*mentary, I don't want a Percocet, I'm finished
These hoes f**k for a name, I'll never Birkin bag these b*t*hes
I been tryna stop takin' drugs, feel like I love to clog my kidneys
Told a bad b*t*h, "I can't be seen with you," she gotta Uber eat her Denny's
Why you playin' with me? You can't compare to us, n***as better save they pennies
I'm like Doe Boy, don't lie to me, I'll tell your a**, "Oh, really?"
Love the waistband from them pants, the way my Glock be in my Amiris
I'm Durk, but call me "Smurk", n***a, 'cause every time I'm grinnin'
Like Kodak said, take a Percocet, n***a, everybody turn gremlin
And you know I'm winnin' when I drop sh*t, n***a, everybody in my mentions

I just took me one drug, I'm tryna get turnt up
I just took two drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took three drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took four drugs tryna get turnt up
I be out there with them killers 'til the f**kin' sun up
Better have a lot of switches if you ever run up
If you outside in them trenches, never put your gun up
If you think the feds on you, better put them funds up
I went to court early off a Percocet, had to open my eyes
I was just f**kin' on a lady guard, that's the only reason I'm tired
I lost a real savage to some b*t*h n***as, only reason I cry
I got real money, I'ma need the bank staff to come count this stash
I tell her her pu**y wet, them excuses whenever I really can't last
I'm sorry you ain't seein' no money, I'm thinkin' you good 'cause you ain't ask
Don't come to my crib talkin' 'bout a rumor, n***a, if that sh*t ain't facts
They say bro DNA was on the murder scene, but that sh*t ain't match
They take your sh*t and they know you a clown, just know you ain't gettin' it back
One reason I don't be takin' no interviews, 'cause they bring up rats
That last killin' was a big mistake, so why you ain't statin' the facts?
I told a young n***a he don't get a bag whenever he make a mess
I was lookin' at certain n***as kinda funny like he wore a MAGA hat
You get a lil' case, you gotta go do it, you know you can't play with that
And I wear it for fashion, but I got two guns in the Avirex
Like, why you go tell that n***a go slide knowin' he ain't made for that?

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