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trained to kill (big body whip) - g herbo lyrics

[intro: gunna & future]
yeah
(wheezy outta here)

[chorus: gunna]
big body whips, extended clip
codeine to sip, glock on my hip
my jeans are 2k, i shop at phipps
you n-ggas delayed, i fly a lear
cop a new coupe, camera in the rear
we hit the trap, make a bird appear
when you a boss, you deserve a share
came out the hood, we was trained to k!ll

[verse 1: g herbo]
my n-ggas ready, can’t wait ’til you slip
lay where you stay, they gon’ wait ’til you dip
run up an 80 and go take a trip
i’m in the a, gunna pull up at phipps
might hit the strip club and spend a lil’ grip
snuck in this b-tch with like eight in the clip
my glock tiny so i call it tip
throwin’ up b’s, but my pockets on crip
tell the bank i want the hundreds with strips
told that b-tch i don’t wanna hear nothin’, just strip
ain’t tryna f-ck, don’t want nothin’ but the lip
dip, get out my brib
i was in the hood on my way to the block
hopin’ they don’t slide an hour before i get there
i had to walk with that lil’ 25
and i’ve been paranoid, i’ma blow if i’m scared
years went by, but i’m still sh-ll shocked
i just got a 49, i’ma blow if i’m scared
hollow knock out your hair, g-fazo wearer
balenci-er, got couple pair-er
take your b-tch up off the perc’, i repair her
told her to lease, i’ma ride panamera
a team, been whippin’ benzes, s5s
hop out the house with my hat to the left side
he comin’ through this b-tch wrong
k c-ck his head to the right like it’s sh-t to the west side
i’ll start that cap, it’s for cap and free left eye
b-tch, i’m in my biggie bag like bed-stuy

[chorus: gunna]
big body whips, extended clips
codeine to sip, glock on my hip
my jeans are 2k, i shop at fifth
you n-ggas delayed, i fly a lear
cop a new coupe, camera in the rear
we hit the trap, make a bird appear
when you a boss, you deserve a share
came out the hood, we was trained to k!ll

[verse 2: gunna]
yuh, pull up on herbo, we coppin’ this drip
vvs diamond my neck and my ear
let these lil’ n-ggas know that i can hear
police want my prints like i’m walkin’ through clear
like magic, i’m makin’ these dollars appear
went through so much sh-t, i can’t drop no more tears
in love with this money, don’t care how you feel
uh, uh, uh, uh, that b-tch keep tellin’ me i need to chill
n-ggas be talkin’ too much, i can tell
she ride that d-ck like a cadillac deville
i love the sound when i crack off a seal
gave her 500 to clean off my nails
yeah, you know real always f-ck with the real
and these fake p-ssy n-ggas feel the sh-lls

- g herbo lyrics

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