Dommi Boi - Trinidad James Lyrics

I'm about my bag like Trinidad James
That's on everything

I been thu trauma
Put that on my momma
Had to run up the bands
Now I count dollars

My money grow taller
The chains are Ben baller
I f*ck on your wifey
Now I am a father, Ey

Demanding respect, bands on my neck
Trinidad James, I'mma pop out w tecs
This bussdown petite, she wanna connect
My bitches are tens so I hit em for sex

Cops at my door cause im coming up next
Shooters so good so they aint suspect
Beefing with me, imma need my respect
Trinidad James, u getting get decked

Still smoke weed so Im high like a jet
Collectin my check,come for your neck
Young and reckless but I keep em in check
Me and my slimes we gon pop out with tecs

Ey, I'm moving bricks
Bitch suck my dick, Let's make a flick
Get an assist, Make her do splits
Shooters are swift, Get crosses of a list

U gon admit, Or u getting hit
Trinidad James, I'm on my shit
I hit a lick, I f*cked your bitch
I go to the bank and empty the bitch

Shots goin bang how I empty the clip
Hit up my plug, I need a zip
Way that I'm balling she call me a crip
She a bad bitch so I'm eating her clit

I'm off the xanies so get of my dick
Owin me money, he thought he was slick
When I tote the Mac I've been haulin em bricks and if he talk down I be mauling a prick

Holdup, bring that shit back
Hole is his chest cuz toting this strap
Bitch on my dick hoe take a nap
Moving bricks cross globe do a lap

Broke lil boy u be wearing that gap
Bitch botty jiggle I make it go clap
Busting a cap, body collapse
Forensics pull up I ain't leaving a scratch

Bullet in skull how my choppa attack
In love with the money that shit is a match
F*ck a cop they be callin dispatch
Talking tough an u finna get snatched

Molly up I be high off my ass
Bitches f*ck cuz my money got stacks
Trinidad James cuz Im getting my cash and f*cking on bitches that shit is a wrap