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invisible - trenti lyrics

(intro)
buh buh
aye uh huh
gang sh-t gang sh-t
gang sh-t
shout out my brother, uh
shout out my auntie, uh
shout out everybody, uh
shout out my fricken dogs
920
aye aye aye aye aye

trenti on the beat and you about to know it’s time to go
chingus so hard taking tiny timmy tricycle
your girl is f-cking crazy
always asking me to pipe and go
your sorry -ss away
no i’m not afraid to fight a hoe
everybody round here know i’m not the average asian
i can enter any center
i don’t need no invitation
i ain’t never sold drugs
call that sh-t solicitation
make it rain on a b-tch
call my bands perc-p-tion

(hook)
ask em b-tch who is you
cause your -ss is invisible
b-tches always grabbing for my nuts like a physical
you ain’t pulling hoes all that talk you do is fictional
b-tches on my d-ck
yeah they blow it like a piccolo
ask em b-tch who is you
cause your -ss is invisible
b-tches always grabbing for my nuts like a physical
you ain’t pulling hoes all that talk you do is fictional
b-tches on my d-ck
yeah they blow it like a piccolo

(verse 1)
b-tch pull up on me
yeah my chopper go click clack
got with your girl said your d-ck was a tic tac
got leaks on my phone with your b-tch and her -ss back
payton knock you out
got that sh-t on my snapchat
imma east side kid
but i always hold a w
kado telling me don’t give a f-ck about who in front of you
shorty hit my phone
but that sh-t ain’t even nothing new
we be racing cops and they know why we ain’t coming through
finesse me for my shoes
but you say you’re my friend
how you gonna buy an audi with no money to spend
you playing pretend
all y’all acting g-y in the end
stop buying all them jordans
stick to paying your rent
b-tch mad
cause i always be acting like a savage
shorty hit the mall she was grabbing for my package
people sleeping on me like they be p–ping xanax
waiting for the day that all my brother mad rich

(verse 2)
ain’t n-body want beef
h-ll yeah i don’t fold
put my pistol to his temple
he ain’t shaking cause it’s cold
chingus coming through the back
yeah we slamming down the door
tell your b-tch to shut up
she ain’t in kansas anymore
f-ck a stuck up b-tch
she got a spoon stuck up her -sshole
i’m bashful
rob some b-tches right out of their castle
i don’t give a f-ck
take 1,000 free samples
shoot at a b-tch
knock him out of his sandals
feeling like biggie cause i’m ready to die
i’m already fly
never drunk i’m better when high
i’m better than pie
mama said don’t let him inside
i ain’t never get sleep it’s my compet-tive side
uh
i’m the best hand me a trophy
pull out on a b-tch
make em run like some roshes
got with your sister know she blow me like a typhoon
you be talking sh-t imma pull up with a rice spoon
you wanna be a rapper?
swear to god you’re a copy
you got a problem lil b-tch then come and stop me
best in the city so i get a little c-cky
flow so cold
so icy call it hockey
it’s the 920
no one colder than us
you know what it does
trenches in the snow yeah it’s rough
show my city love
turn this place to gold from the rust
always got the chopstick
cause you know it’s a must
uh

- trenti lyrics

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