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Trey Ca$h

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I’m still going crazy
I’m spitting straight dope like cocain in the 80s
We strapped like the navy
Better go ask the last nigga try to play me
We left him on top I still hear him that’s crazy
Step on the scene my fashion amazing
Glock is security kush is my fragrance
F*ck up the beat then I ride it with patience
I just want the face keep the cake girl you basic
Fucking my bag incoming cumming daily
Switched out the Beamer and copped a Mercedes
Got tired of Cedes start fucking with Katie
I didn’t want them both because they didn’t amaze me
You want me dead book a show you can pay me
These niggas broke still couldn’t pay me
Go get a job nigga you lazy good 9-5 yo trap didn’t make it
Had to take chances can’t let it take me
Now I’m on top just was stuck in the basement
Pounds at the crib vets couldn’t take
Trapped it right out left that shit to a vacant
Pack in the mail It came from vacation
Still smell like work nigga this ain’t no faking
Count up the cake and I do no mistaking
Then roll up some green got my eyes looking Asian
She see I’m winning she hopped in my boat
Hand her a ore now we all coast to coast
Just got the neck yea you know how it go
Kick her right out and that bitch couldn’t float
Talking bout guns what do you tote?
Ooo lemme see now I can’t let it go
Real street nigga I’m fresh like the pope
Hanging with the wolve butt we dressing as goats
I’m the hood where you guy wouldn’t go
Ooo that’s yo bro man he really a hoe
These niggas bitches they do most
They twitter beef then go raise up a toast
I’ll go and squash it and beat down your door
Left his ass stuck like a veggie he froze
Good tunnel vision my eyes gotta scope
Crossing me out better do it with hope
Just like they money these niggas be jokes
On yo dead homie that what I toke
Gas or the white nigga come take a vote
Gotta for low but it ain’t for the low
I just be stepping I don’t tip toe
Plug threw a pound and it came with bow
Jugg off the the P I don’t f*ck with the O
Yea I tell her jack rocks yea that bitch got to roll
They be like damn why this nigga so smooth
He in the mix but he stay out the new
He catch a body then go play it cool
Go get a check then he chuck up a deuce
Niggas ain’t gangsta they all Dr. Seuss
When they get locked they gone fess up the truth
I’m making hit like my last name was Ruth
I’m good in the field and I’m good in the booth
I’m still going crazy
I’m spitting straight dope like cocain in the 80s
We strapped like the navy
Better go ask the last nigga try to play me
We left him on top I still hear him that’s crazy
Step on the scene my fashion amazing
Glock is security kush is my fragrance
F*ck up the beat then I ride it with patience
I just want the face keep the cake girl you basic
Fucking my bag incoming cumming daily
Switched out the Beamer and copped a Mercedes
Got tired of Cedes start fucking with Katie
I didn’t want them both because they didn’t amaze me
You want me dead book a show you can pay me
These niggas broke still couldn’t pay me
Go get a job nigga you lazy good 9-5 yo trap didn’t make it

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