Treat them like some glass and make them shatter
Hit her from the back and make it fatter
She say that she feel it in her bladder
Shawty might be fine but mine badder
Weight it up like mass times matter
Plate him up put him on a platter
Roll him up and put him in my grabba
Blood, I got it on my clothes
Mud, came out the dirt with the bros
You niggas ain't standin' on shit and it
Shows
They know ill stand on that shit at my shows
They don't like that I'm winnin' and shit, bitch, I'm chose
They don't like that I'm spending this shit on them bowls
Twist them up, cook them up, leave them horrified
Give it up, or get put up, everybody dien
Glizzy tucked, get hit up, you play, then I'm fyen
She got f*cked, she got f*cked, so she can't be mine
She gave it up, she gave it up, I put it in her spine
Know that this one way make one move, gon' flip your car
If he try to run, we chase him yeah, that boy ain't make it far
Exotic when I smoke it I'm on Mars
Addicted my brother feedin' for a bar
And stop that dissin' when I catch you nigga, I'm gon' stop your heart
My brother got the trap, I'll jumping just like Lola Bunny
When the youngin' spin and hit your top you better not owe me nothing
I heard they wanna kill me when I leave the house, can't leave my gun
I'm so young, it turnt so if you hit your lights, know I'm gon' run
(Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Post with a hunnid when I'm with them Gunners
Hop out the cut and hit 'em with 100
Know we gone chase them if we got a runner
I'm in the booth and I'm smokin dunker
This is a black truck, not a Tonka
Shawty, she chocolate, like Willy Wonka
Treat them like some glass and make them shatter
Hit her from the back and make it fatter
She say that she feel it in her bladder
Shawty might be fine but mine badder
Weight it up like mass times matter
Plate him up put him on a platter
Roll him up and put him in my grabba
Blood, I got it on my clothes
Mud, came out the dirt with the bros
You niggas ain't standin' on shit and it
Shows
They know ill stand on that shit at my shows
They don't like that I'm winnin' and shit, bitch, I'm chose
They don't like that I'm spending this shit on them bowls
Twist them up, cook them up, leave them horrified
Luh Trench - Horrified (feat. Lil Bando) Lyrics
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Treat them like some glass and make them shatter
Hit her from the back and make it fatter
She say that she feel it in her bladder
Shawty might be fine but mine badder
Weight it up like mass times matter
Plate him up put him on a platter
Roll him up and put him in my grabba
Blood, I got it on my clothes
Mud, came out the dirt with the bros
You niggas ain't standin' on shit and it
Shows
They know ill stand on that shit at my shows
They don't like that I'm winnin' and shit, bitch, I'm chose
They don't like that I'm spending this shit on them bowls
Twist them up, cook them up, leave them horrified
Give it up, or get put up, everybody dien
Glizzy tucked, get hit up, you play, then I'm fyen
She got f*cked, she got f*cked, so she can't be mine
She gave it up, she gave it up, I put it in her spine
Know that this one way make one move, gon' flip your car
If he try to run, we chase him yeah, that boy ain't make it far
Exotic when I smoke it I'm on Mars
Addicted my brother feedin' for a bar
And stop that dissin' when I catch you nigga, I'm gon' stop your heart
My brother got the trap, I'll jumping just like Lola Bunny
When the youngin' spin and hit your top you better not owe me nothing
I heard they wanna kill me when I leave the house, can't leave my gun
I'm so young, it turnt so if you hit your lights, know I'm gon' run
(Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Post with a hunnid when I'm with them Gunners
Hop out the cut and hit 'em with 100
Know we gone chase them if we got a runner
I'm in the booth and I'm smokin dunker
This is a black truck, not a Tonka
Shawty, she chocolate, like Willy Wonka
Treat them like some glass and make them shatter
Hit her from the back and make it fatter
She say that she feel it in her bladder
Shawty might be fine but mine badder
Weight it up like mass times matter
Plate him up put him on a platter
Roll him up and put him in my grabba
Blood, I got it on my clothes
Mud, came out the dirt with the bros
You niggas ain't standin' on shit and it
Shows
They know ill stand on that shit at my shows
They don't like that I'm winnin' and shit, bitch, I'm chose
They don't like that I'm spending this shit on them bowls
Twist them up, cook them up, leave them horrified
Hit her from the back and make it fatter
She say that she feel it in her bladder
Shawty might be fine but mine badder
Weight it up like mass times matter
Plate him up put him on a platter
Roll him up and put him in my grabba
Blood, I got it on my clothes
Mud, came out the dirt with the bros
You niggas ain't standin' on shit and it
Shows
They know ill stand on that shit at my shows
They don't like that I'm winnin' and shit, bitch, I'm chose
They don't like that I'm spending this shit on them bowls
Twist them up, cook them up, leave them horrified
Give it up, or get put up, everybody dien
Glizzy tucked, get hit up, you play, then I'm fyen
She got f*cked, she got f*cked, so she can't be mine
She gave it up, she gave it up, I put it in her spine
Know that this one way make one move, gon' flip your car
If he try to run, we chase him yeah, that boy ain't make it far
Exotic when I smoke it I'm on Mars
Addicted my brother feedin' for a bar
And stop that dissin' when I catch you nigga, I'm gon' stop your heart
My brother got the trap, I'll jumping just like Lola Bunny
When the youngin' spin and hit your top you better not owe me nothing
I heard they wanna kill me when I leave the house, can't leave my gun
I'm so young, it turnt so if you hit your lights, know I'm gon' run
(Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Post with a hunnid when I'm with them Gunners
Hop out the cut and hit 'em with 100
Know we gone chase them if we got a runner
I'm in the booth and I'm smokin dunker
This is a black truck, not a Tonka
Shawty, she chocolate, like Willy Wonka
Treat them like some glass and make them shatter
Hit her from the back and make it fatter
She say that she feel it in her bladder
Shawty might be fine but mine badder
Weight it up like mass times matter
Plate him up put him on a platter
Roll him up and put him in my grabba
Blood, I got it on my clothes
Mud, came out the dirt with the bros
You niggas ain't standin' on shit and it
Shows
They know ill stand on that shit at my shows
They don't like that I'm winnin' and shit, bitch, I'm chose
They don't like that I'm spending this shit on them bowls
Twist them up, cook them up, leave them horrified
Writer: Jakahi Aiken, Ajahre Samples
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid