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fuck the booth - trdee lyrics

[verse 1: trdee]
throw the brick in the water, make it splash, chris smoove
please stop acting like you bought it, you ain’t that dude
lil’ bro always starting sh*t like some bad food
am i really up? sh*t, do a freak b*tch got nudes?

[verse 2: stanwill]
we be hopping out with sh*t you see on call of duty
nah, for real, flash, beam, and extended mags
toss a bullet like i’m aaron rodgers, they can’t get a pass
if i like the b*tch, we hit miami, she can get a ass

[verse 3: trdee]
two chain stan, riding with the biggest sh*tter
glocky got a beam, chase him like we drinking liquor
mister jump in sh*tty then forget to take a picturе
i just hit his b*tch, he texting me likе, “you a n*gga”

[verse 4: stanwill]
i ain’t gotta show no pape’, the b*tches know who richer
f*ck it, i might skip the ap, go straight to a richard
b*tch, they know my last name “scam”, they know my first name “mister”
made her eat my snickers bar, you must be hershey ’cause you kissed her

[verse 5: trdee]
lame*ass n*gga kissing freak hoes, who raised you?
i’ma start asking d*ck suckers like, “who paid you?”
i just had to cut into my b*tch like, “i saved you”
we got h*lla clips, not finna fight but i can faze you
jack boys might be watching me, i’m straight ’cause i got high alert
b*tch, don’t get no makeup on this five hunnid dollar shirt
i got h*lla money, no way i can get my feelings hurt
f*cked her once, she wanna be like india and lil durk
[verse 6: stanwill]
if it’s up, i put glocks to the opposition
only thing yo baby never got was some competition
looking like the zoo on his block, we got llamas spitting
pull up amg, hop out chop, we gon’ rock the trenches
twenty on my neck, shout*out hutch and nem
give a f*ck, i catch him on the bus, you know i’m busting him
this b*tch said i’m broke, i upped a fifty, tell her, “come again?”
she don’t like to bring me ’round her girls ’cause i be f*cking friends

[verse 7: trdee]
f*ck them n*ggas, they can’t f*ck with us, f*ck is you talking ’bout?
he was talking tough over the ‘net but now he signing out
everybody going through some sh*t, f*ck is you whining ’bout?
and yo label put you on the wall just like a tv mount
all my pockets full, i feel like baby but ain’t sh*t little
catch him in the morning, we gon’ flip him like a mcgriddle
left his shirt red like he spilt some of his popsicle
please stop acting like a dime, you close to a nickel

[verse 8: stanwill]
i like all my money blue
made [?] i got mike amiri running shoes
used to laugh and joke but now i’m rich, they making fun of who?
they don’t hit me with them m’s this year, i might say f*ck the booth
sh*t, i’m getting comfortable
dior bathrobe, fifteen hunnid when i go to sleep
piggies called him up, he got to singing like he jodeci
pull up switchy in my balaclava, they won’t notice me
b*tch a ten but all my pendants icy, she ain’t cold as me
[outro: trdee]
sh*t
dog $hit militia
sbd$m
sbd$m, sbd$m

- trdee lyrics

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