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Trenton Soilder 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Kingwood4L
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Devin Gundy
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Kingwood4L - Trenton Soilder 2 Lyrics




Now why these niggas talkin' out, they lips
These niggas not about shit
Run down up on ya block, watch a nigga clap shit

I'm really preachin' on this beat, callin' me a paster
These niggas steady actin' on the beat
They ain't bout shit, smokin' on your mans, uh
He got hit, he was dissin' on a click

That's why his mans got split
Smokin' on MK, that boy got hit all in his shit
Why you dissin' on KT like he ain't even got no bodies
Niggas know I'm really in the streets, gettin' active

I catch a opp nigga, put him right up in a casket
These niggas really think they on shit, they just actin
I f*cked up on a bad lil' bitch, she got Tactics
I got a gen 5 right up on my hand, bout to catch a basket

Niggas always talkin' all that shit
Always in them caskets, always lackin
Stop dissin' on my name, them niggas know I'm really bout shit
I'm turnin' up flames, straight up out West Trenton

Niggas know it's Trenton soldier 2
You run down up on a opp, then you get him flew
I ain't really worried bout the opps, all they do is miss
Miss every shot, huh, yo mans up in this place, huh
Mk runts, huh JuJu runts it's a lot of em
Everybody gettin' shot like goddamn, we out droppin' em
We catchin every opp, niggas know we always poppin' em
Stop talkin' on the gram, nigga, you ain't bout shit

Smokin' on MK, niggas got shot in his head
Why you dissin' on the gang? Niggas know we full of head
Drivin' fast up in that scat pack , we goin' hella fast
Smokin' on yo brother, he got turned, in some f*ckin gas

I'm still laughin' at you niggas, all you niggas hella broke
Y'all don't got no cash, y'all ain't turd shit to ghost
I'm smokin' on your brother, he got turd to a coat
I'm f*ckin' on yo bitch, every day she give me throats

Like every day she give me throat
Every day she give me
Team captain of the squad, niggas know that I'm the coach
Niggas screamin' Free Nooski, yeah, that's the bros

Why them niggas snitch on him, they gotta go
I swear to God, these niggas not gangsters, these niggas hoes
You dissin' on the gang, now it's time to open Close
Box that nigga in, now he dead, huh

Seen that lil' boy, now his ass ain't red
I swear to God, we up by four to five
Y'all niggas hella goofy, start to run around
You get hit up like it's a movie

Bitch, I'm toting on that gen 5, niggas know I'm active
Catch a opp, nigga, watch me hit him in his basket
Y'all niggas fags , why y'all think y'all really bout shit
Yeah, I was clappin' on this one bitch, that shit clappy

Niggas steady talkin' on this shit, but can't get at me
045, nigga, Big Kingwood
Stand on shit
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Now why these niggas talkin' out, they lips
These niggas not about shit
Run down up on ya block, watch a nigga clap shit

I'm really preachin' on this beat, callin' me a paster
These niggas steady actin' on the beat
They ain't bout shit, smokin' on your mans, uh
He got hit, he was dissin' on a click

That's why his mans got split
Smokin' on MK, that boy got hit all in his shit
Why you dissin' on KT like he ain't even got no bodies
Niggas know I'm really in the streets, gettin' active

I catch a opp nigga, put him right up in a casket
These niggas really think they on shit, they just actin
I f*cked up on a bad lil' bitch, she got Tactics
I got a gen 5 right up on my hand, bout to catch a basket

Niggas always talkin' all that shit
Always in them caskets, always lackin
Stop dissin' on my name, them niggas know I'm really bout shit
I'm turnin' up flames, straight up out West Trenton

Niggas know it's Trenton soldier 2
You run down up on a opp, then you get him flew
I ain't really worried bout the opps, all they do is miss
Miss every shot, huh, yo mans up in this place, huh
Mk runts, huh JuJu runts it's a lot of em
Everybody gettin' shot like goddamn, we out droppin' em
We catchin every opp, niggas know we always poppin' em
Stop talkin' on the gram, nigga, you ain't bout shit

Smokin' on MK, niggas got shot in his head
Why you dissin' on the gang? Niggas know we full of head
Drivin' fast up in that scat pack , we goin' hella fast
Smokin' on yo brother, he got turned, in some f*ckin gas

I'm still laughin' at you niggas, all you niggas hella broke
Y'all don't got no cash, y'all ain't turd shit to ghost
I'm smokin' on your brother, he got turd to a coat
I'm f*ckin' on yo bitch, every day she give me throats

Like every day she give me throat
Every day she give me
Team captain of the squad, niggas know that I'm the coach
Niggas screamin' Free Nooski, yeah, that's the bros

Why them niggas snitch on him, they gotta go
I swear to God, these niggas not gangsters, these niggas hoes
You dissin' on the gang, now it's time to open Close
Box that nigga in, now he dead, huh

Seen that lil' boy, now his ass ain't red
I swear to God, we up by four to five
Y'all niggas hella goofy, start to run around
You get hit up like it's a movie

Bitch, I'm toting on that gen 5, niggas know I'm active
Catch a opp, nigga, watch me hit him in his basket
Y'all niggas fags , why y'all think y'all really bout shit
Yeah, I was clappin' on this one bitch, that shit clappy

Niggas steady talkin' on this shit, but can't get at me
045, nigga, Big Kingwood
Stand on shit
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Writer: Devin Gundy
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