[Intro]
\n(Ayy, ayy, ayy, brr, brr, uh)
\nHad to slide through, mask on, nigga, what's the issue? (Bitch)
\nWhole squad deep, better move right 'fore we blitz you (Baow)
\nWhat? Huh? (Bitch, bitch)
\n26 shots, 12 switches, let 'em rip through (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
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\n[Verse 1]
\nHundred ways in a hundred days, I could make a play, turn a opp to a pack (Baow)
\nRan up a bag, now my closet got shit that I'll never even take out the rack (Bitch)
\nNiggas be talkin', but I never care (Bitch), touch me? Nigga, I double dare
\nHe so fried, if he dropped right now, he’d ask God, "Can I smoke up there?"
\nWho the fuck said what? Where? Niggas goofy, put his ass in a wheelchair
\nRespect who? Not no opp ho, kick that bitch down thе fuckin' stairs
\nBitches be fuckin’ 'cause I'm up now, hoеs pop out in twos like a pair
\nNiggas ain't help me get shit, now I’m flexin’, and I ain’t tryna share
\nBackdoor a nigga, broad day, catch his ass lackin', hit 'em wit' the AK
\nBullets eat through his face like a entrée, red dot on his head, that’s a light spray (Bitch)
\nHis mans on the floor lookin' traumatized, should’ve stayed inside (Baow, baow)
\nNow his main bitch all on my dick 'cause she love how a real one ride (Bitch, bitch)
\n
\n[Refrain]
\nFuck nigga talkin' all tough
\n'Til we pull up and air shit out (Brr)
\nBitch lied right up in my face
\nCould've changed her life, but she lost that route (Stupid)
\nTook his stick, he ain't know what to do (Dummy)
\nFuck postin’ a status, I’m slidin’ through (Baow, baow)
\nNiggas be mad 'cause I hit they hoes, this shit way deeper than music (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nBad bitches love TrenchKidd Flame
\n'Cause they know how TrenchKidd move (On gang)
\nI ain't worried 'bout none of the opps
\nThem pussy-ass niggas gon' lose (They losin', bitch)
\nI’d off myself 'fore I let a lame-ass nigga take me out like a fool (Never, bitch)
\nAnybody think shit sweet? Suck my dick, you niggas confused (Suck my dick, bitch)
\n
\n[Verse 2]
\nPromise you, I’m not playin’ wit’ niggas
\nAin’t no passes, I’m sprayin’ you niggas (Baow)
\nKept it cool, but I’m changin’ it, nigga
\nRan up racks, now they hatin' a nigga (Pussy)
\nNow I’m up, stay the fuck from around me
\nIf you ain’t gang, I ain’t claimin' you niggas (Bitch-ass niggas)
\nSolo slide, no codefendant
\nWalk up close, rearrangin’ a nigga (Brr)
\nFirst nigga mug, he gone (Boom)
\nNo bap, this shit deeper than songs (Grraow, grraow)
\nYou ain't got motion, nigga, get you a pack
\nIf you heard I was broke, that’s cap (Lies)
\nNiggas get caught with they thumb in they phone
\nNow they face in they lap (Pussy)
\nNiggas get caught tryna serve the wrong custo
\nNow they stretched out flat (Uh, uh, uh)
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nBad bitches love TrenchKidd Flame
\n'Cause they know how TrenchKidd move (On gang)
\nI ain't worried 'bout none of the opps
\nThem pussy-ass niggas gon' lose (They losin', bitch)
\nI’d off myself 'fore I let a lame-ass nigga take me out like a fool (Never, bitch)
\nAnybody think shit sweet? Suck my dick, you niggas confused (Suck my dick, bitch)
\n
\n[Refrain]
\nFuck nigga talkin' all tough
\n'Til we pull up and air shit out (Brr)
\nBitch lied right up in my face
\nCould've changed her life, but she lost that route (Stupid)
\nTook his stick, he ain't know what to do (Dummy)
\nFuck postin’ a status, I’m slidin’ through (Baow, baow)
\nNiggas be mad 'cause I hit they hoes, this shit way deeper than music, bitch (Grraow)
\n
\n[Outro]
\nBaow, baow, baow
\nTrenchKidd Flame in this bitch
\nNigga, we could do it anywhere, pick a spot
\nIf you really on that, then stop talkin' and make it drop\n\n
