Riddance P. - BloccBoys (feat. Lil Johnnie) Lyrics

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Trench Talk
Trench Talk
Beat yo ass in my black carhartt suit
Catch you onna friday at work
Knock you out yo suit
Break yo f*ckin jaw
You aint eattin got you drinkin soup
Fadin off these xans
Noddin out in my fruit loops
Don't f*ck with rapper cuz they fruit loops
Got these lil uzis lil yachtys walkin round in tootoos
I aint tryna hate cuz i respect the hustle
But me im out the trenches all blood
And bones and muscle
White boi wita du-rag
Yo bitch say im wavey
Tell she cuaght me f*ckin her mother
Now she say i'm crazy
Mac-10 make them wodwo wodwo
Hit em with this Ar-15 the size of halo hops
Give this bitch an arsenal
I bet pussy still wont shoot
Swangin down rodeo in this mof*ckin chevy coupe
Out in LA out in Calabasas f*ckin these bad hoes
Shouldnt touch my chain wit her leg now her pussy froze

Youa lil bitch you aint nothin buta payday
Kick in yo door imma show you this ak
Yo bitch on the floor and she screamin out aye aye
$'78 And we screamin out gang gang
I don't givea f*ck imma buy that chevy truck
Imma run my numbers up
You can see me in the cut
Why yo bitch sucha slut
Why she want it in the butt
Aye
Choppa witha mac you don't wanna make me mad
Shit
I don't givea f*ck
Ahh
Trippin inna truck
Ahh
Talkin all that shit
Ahh
Get hit witha clip
Ahh
You aint nothin butta lick
Imma make this money flip
Imma hit you witha sick
I aint even bout to trip
At your f*ckin house
Pussy boi don't bea mouse
Imma wet yo f*ckin block
Then I throw away the glock
Uhh
Johnnie witha mac he gon give you heart attack
Uhh
I don't givea f*ck imma break yo f*ckin back