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killstreak - trl lyrics

[intro: moneymaidmar]
yea, n*gga, campboyz, camp sh*t
(oh yea fatmike!)
camp gods

[verse 1: moneymaidmar]
all these other n*ggas cap, i got busy with the trap
catch a n*gga down bad, put thе glizzy to his back
ridin’ with that sh*t on us, do 120 in the scat
b*tches wanna l!ck on us, bet 250 that i crack
i just play it how it go, shе in the past cause she couldn’t play her role
he not active, postin’ bl!cky, he a troll
don’t trust sh*t, i be stayin’ on my toes
with that n*gga, [?], n0body knows
sh*t happens, next day somebody gone
just know i got it, i ain’t gettin’ it from [?]
straight to it, she be tellin’ me we grown
don’t got a filter, i be tellin’ you, i’m bold
i’m with some pits, i’m not steppin’ with no hoes
demons talking, they been getting to my soul
stay dangerous, start investing in some poles
what i look like, i [?] through the zone, 2021 rookie n*ggas get exposed
they think i’m hot now, wasn’t with me in the cold
i need to hear some money just to see me on the phone
n*ggas see you winnin’ now they wishin’ you was gone
[chorus: moneymaidmar]
you ain’t on sh*t and you never will be, touch a hair on my head i’m goin’ on a k!llstreak
the gram got me dead fake n*ggas k!lled me
not myself when i’m sober, eyes loaded, real me
i’m so hot got the munchies for some kitty or a snack
i’m so hot got the munchies for some chicken and some racks
you gon’ [?] bout that pape, ain’t no [?] enough for that
it go one ear out the other when i’m listening to cap

[verse 2: trl dub]
campboyz, they know about us when we pull up in them scats
n*ggas slimy round this b*tch so you gotta watch your back
we don’t f*ck with new n*ggas, you can’t hang if you ain’t camp
we don’t f*ck with loose n*ggas, you can’t hang if you ain’t strapped
only f*ck with cute b*tches, [?] they asses kinda fat
yea, them hoes gon’ f*ck with me, cause i’m the n*gga with the racks
if try to set the play, i’mma turn they ass to thrax
then i make a song about it, hoe we make it out the trap
yea we bangin’ down the block, come and get your [?] pack
if you dumb enough to rob then we gon’ lay you in your back
[?] some l’s to the chin, lost it all and got it back
girlie thinking i’m her lover, but nah, this ain’t that

[chorus: moneymaidmar]
you ain’t on sh*t and you never will be, touch a hair on my head i’m goin’ on a k!llstreak
the gram got me dead fake n*ggas k!lled me
not myself when i’m sober, eyes loaded, real me
i’m so hot got the munchies for some kitty or a snack
i’m so hot got the munchies for some chicken and some racks
you gon’ [?] bout that pape, ain’t no [?] enough for that
it go one ear out the other when i’m listening to cap
[verse 3: drich 100]
it go one ear out the other, i don’t listen to sh*t
i put bros over hoes, would never listen to a b*tch
[?]
you see, this roley finna blow if you can hear that b*tch tick
do anything for a dollar, god gave me a gift
do anything for a dollar, boy that lil’ b*tch a trick
you know bro got more percs than a doctor with scripts
and he kickin’ hoes out, like a bouncer and sh*t
don’t want a boy or a girl, she finna swallow a mix
my hoes do anything for me, theya swallow a bl!ck
fell down a thousand times, i ain’t stoppin’ for sh*t
left when i was broke, bounced back, she wanna bounce on my d*ck

- trl lyrics

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