No Soul (feat. ZLAND LI E)

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TKG TRENCHKID

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Say he's smokin' Rick, We get down on him, run down in the street
We don't do no drive-by, slide-by We just run down, take your heat
Say you wanna smoke with TKG Well, we can keep it in the street
Let's bang it out like you wanna smoke Like we ain't been sayin' this for weeks
We don't do no drive-by We do a walk-down, aim straight at your neck
We don't do no chest shots, get up on you Aim straight at your head
Tryna let these bullets get up on you Eat up all your flesh
And you still want to smoke So we take lil' max and mark him off the list
I'm down to kick a doe, get on the floor Like, pussy don't make no noise, I might just blow you, I might just shoot your ho
And you already know it But see, you pussy whip
So when you go, your bitch will give me throat You already know she ain't got no bed
So I fucked her on the floor And OG Youngin' still want the smoke
I fed him and his hoe And this bitch is still a hit my line
Like pussy ion want your throat Then she wanna f*ck the bros
I said, come on, bitch, let's go She just spit and get me throat
I said, bitch, I said, no, no Like, she wanna set a nigga up
But I'm tryna pull her chest out She just sucked the dick up in the uhh
I pull the rest out 20HS7, she eat the meat that get her sexed out
You just wanna be a lil' old freak Now lil' hoe just stop
Look, we dumpin' back-to-back Told bro to pass me the G
We pulled off snatchin' hats You still want the smoke
Like lil' pussy Yeah, nigga, where you at
Yeah, we in your city Pussy the boy, I'ma get you whack
We pull up snatchin' hats Get up on you, I might face your ass
I heard you ain't been back in some weeks So you just talkin' smack
We take you off the map See, we gon' clap you with these silver caps
Like, smack smack smack…
silver caps That's how them bullets dumpin
Hit you in your head, f*ck around Might just shoot your tummy
Shoot you in your ho, f*ck around Wrap you like a mummy
I'm from where they bust guns Get up on you and get your toaster took
I'm makin' a lot of bands They call me the cook
I might just toast me one I'm from the trenches
They call me Trench Kidd I'm on the go, I'm from the trenches
We gon' f*ck around and up that score,
Say he's smokin' Rick, We get down on him, run down in the street
We don't do no drive-by, slide-by We just run down, take your heat
Say you wanna smoke with TKG Well, we can keep it in the street
Let's bang it out like you wanna smoke Like we ain't been sayin' this for weeks
We don't do no drive-by We do a walk-down, aim straight at your neck
We don't do no chest shots, get up on you Aim straight at your head
Tryna let these bullets get up on you Eat up all your flesh
And you still want to smoke So we take lil' max and mark him off the list
I'm down to kick a doe, get on the floor Like, pussy don't make no noise, I might just blow you, I might just shoot your ho
And you already know it,
NO SOUL

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