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trendz - ebkpablo lyrics

(verse: twon)
stop tryna diss and you get hit in your leg
you’s a p*ssy boy, i was really in the field
i was clutching on that steel
yeah, i love the f*ckin’ thrill
yeah, i was poppin’ pills, i love the f*ckin’ thrill
yeah, i know i said it, i love the thrill, i love the thrill
i was poppin’ pills, i was poppin’ f*ckin’ pills
i was off a x pill when i did that f*ckin’ drill
yeah, don’t worry ‘bout that sh*t i got the f*ckin’ k!ll
yeah, i said it don’t worry bout sh*t i got the f*ckin’ k!ll
and my n***as poppin’ out, yeah we’ll shoot you in yo top, (gwm) in you snout
what the f*ck you talkin’ ‘bout? b*tch
i’ll call up e, yeah that n***a do the hit

(verse: gwmethan)
so much weed but the cops wouldn’t find it if they ran us down
my wallet too talkative, won’t ever shut its mouth, just keep making sounds
my bl!ck stay tucked but if i have too, i’ll do the hit
you was never in thе field, or did no trapping type sh*t
you said you was tuff, but you wasn’t
ran on yo man and he wеnt straight to his cousin
go and ask bro how hard it was to defend
cause when gwm enter the scene theres a death on the news again
so much money, i dont know what to spend, me and twon stay settin’ all these trends
ran him down huh, ain’t you consider him yo friend?
i can claim i caught a body, that’s something you can’t
i’m always ready to let it out, drop the lo and see what it’s about
slide on yo block it’s ok if you think ima miss cause i know twon won’t, and i know with outta doubt
and the atm didn’t have enough to cash out
that’s a problem with bein’ rich but we know you stay in a cash drought
so lower your tone onna ‘net, cause n0body handing a free band out
you stay in the court like chris paul (ringless)
and n0body let him kno’ his b*tch suckin’ d*ck for a twenty*ball
i used to ride public transit now i got a personal driver, yea
i paid him extra to tint the windows
so you can’t see the dude behind her (your b*tch)
weed im smokin’
gas im passin’
your b*tch said your clothes fake, temu fashion
ass i’m smackin’
great imagine your b*tch all up on my d*ck, you prolly think i’m cappin’
(outro: gwmethan)
my bl!ck stay tucked but if i have too, i’ll do the hit
you was never in the field, or did no trapping type sh*t
you said you was tuff, but you wasn’t
ran on yo man and he went straight to his cousin
go and ask bro how hard it was to defend
cause when gwm enter the scene theres a death on the news again

- ebkpablo lyrics

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