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letra de took his bitch - trenchkidd flame

[intro]
(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up!)

[chorus]
i said i was done, but, b-tch, i’m back, back with a glock and a whole lotta racks
n-ggas be talkin’ that sh-t on the net, see ’em in person, they don’t wanna act
he tried to run, we filled up his back, now his dumbass layin’ out flat
b-tch, i’m dripped in amiri and prada, this ain’t no regular sh-t, it’s a fact
what the f-ck you thought? n-gga, i been him, ain’t never been broke, ain’t never been wack
run up my check, f-ck on his ex, she gave me the throat while he blow up her text
b-tch, i’m outside, i don’t hide, play if you want, you gon’ see how i step
it was me and my dawg all summer, runnin’ through hoes, ain’t never regrеt

[verse]
let that switch off, brrt, brrt, this b-tch sound like it glitchin’
b-tch, i’m back from the dеad, y’all done woke up a demon, now all y’all some victims
i’m in the stu’ geeked up off a jigga, turn that b-tch up, i ain’t doin’ no chillin’
still keep a glock, ain’t throwin’ no fists, f-ck all that boxin’, this ain’t no scrimmage
p-ssy-ass n-ggas keep talkin’ ’bout smoke, i’ma make sure that sh-t get lit
hoes keep lyin’ like they my b-tch, b-tch, you ain’t never even touched my d-ck
and these n-ggas keep thinkin’ i’m sweet ’cause i smile, but i got more shots than a bar
we tryna get rich and buy out the block, i ain’t tryna be broke like before
huh, switched my line up, changed my number, too many opps, too many hoes
i was movin’ too loose, had to get it in check, had to cut off some fake-ass bros
f-ck a diss, we just pull up and hit, ain’t no talkin’, we up in the score
if a n-gga want smoke, we bringin’ the pressure, i ain’t duckin’, b-tch, i want more
uh, b-tch, i been slidin’, ain’t never been hidin’, you n-ggas be cappin’ for clout
talk on the net, but ain’t never do sh-t, we catch him in person, he runnin’ his mouth
i ain’t even gotta say too much, just know that we sendin’ them shots
if he miss, then he lucky as f-ck, spin back, make sure that he drop
[chorus]
i said i was done, but, b-tch, i’m back, back with a glock and a whole lotta racks
n-ggas be talkin’ that sh-t on the net, see ’em in person, they don’t wanna act
he tried to run, we filled up his back, now his dumbass layin’ out flat
b-tch, i’m dripped in amiri and prada, this ain’t no regular sh-t, it’s a fact
what the f-ck you thought? n-gga, i been him, ain’t never been broke, ain’t never been wack
run up my check, f-ck on his ex, she gave me the throat while he blow up her text
b-tch, i’m outside, i don’t hide, play if you want, you gon’ see how i step
it was me and my dawg all summer, runnin’ through hoes, ain’t never regret

[outro]
b-tch, i’m back, n-gga, yeah, i’m back, n-gga
try to play, get whacked, n-gga, big ass glock gon’ clap, n-gga
we don’t do no cap, n-gga, spin your block and attack, n-gga
yeah, yeah, we spin your block and attack, n-gga

- trenchkidd flame

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