Hop outside the bed, new A.R. extended the mag
Leave him dead, oh I'm trash, right
I might be wack, I still got my bag right
Let's go have a bag fight, go show me a band
Coupe so black five%, you can't see in
Ridin around inside a range, not no Benz
She tryna be my friend, she wanna get in
Been the baller, diamond cross around my collar
Stand on my money, I'm getting way taller, tall
Hate me, lick my, balls
Bank know I'm getting money why they call
I get what I want when I walk in the mall
Racks, in my jeans don't fit
Mac, with a beam it kick
Fat, boy I know you big
Big Mike wack, he so bad, he so trash at it
K on my side like it's my girl, it is
Every time I think you sold, you did
Send him to the Lord, go bye bye
AP on the wrist, watch time fly
Old girl want me, but that's not mine
Ya dig, purple jeans my fit
Chop with a beam, I'm letting it go
As soon as I pull up, she want her the bone
Exclusive all my clothes
Rick Owens on the feet, I feel tall
Hop outside the bed
New A.R. extended the mag
Leave him dead
Oh I'm trash right, I might be wack
I still got my bag right
Let's go have a bag fight
B!g Mike - Trash Lyrics
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Hop outside the bed, new A.R. extended the mag
Leave him dead, oh I'm trash, right
I might be wack, I still got my bag right
Let's go have a bag fight, go show me a band
Coupe so black five%, you can't see in
Ridin around inside a range, not no Benz
She tryna be my friend, she wanna get in
Been the baller, diamond cross around my collar
Stand on my money, I'm getting way taller, tall
Hate me, lick my, balls
Bank know I'm getting money why they call
I get what I want when I walk in the mall
Racks, in my jeans don't fit
Mac, with a beam it kick
Fat, boy I know you big
Big Mike wack, he so bad, he so trash at it
K on my side like it's my girl, it is
Every time I think you sold, you did
Send him to the Lord, go bye bye
AP on the wrist, watch time fly
Old girl want me, but that's not mine
Ya dig, purple jeans my fit
Chop with a beam, I'm letting it go
As soon as I pull up, she want her the bone
Exclusive all my clothes
Rick Owens on the feet, I feel tall
Hop outside the bed
New A.R. extended the mag
Leave him dead
Oh I'm trash right, I might be wack
I still got my bag right
Let's go have a bag fight
Leave him dead, oh I'm trash, right
I might be wack, I still got my bag right
Let's go have a bag fight, go show me a band
Coupe so black five%, you can't see in
Ridin around inside a range, not no Benz
She tryna be my friend, she wanna get in
Been the baller, diamond cross around my collar
Stand on my money, I'm getting way taller, tall
Hate me, lick my, balls
Bank know I'm getting money why they call
I get what I want when I walk in the mall
Racks, in my jeans don't fit
Mac, with a beam it kick
Fat, boy I know you big
Big Mike wack, he so bad, he so trash at it
K on my side like it's my girl, it is
Every time I think you sold, you did
Send him to the Lord, go bye bye
AP on the wrist, watch time fly
Old girl want me, but that's not mine
Ya dig, purple jeans my fit
Chop with a beam, I'm letting it go
As soon as I pull up, she want her the bone
Exclusive all my clothes
Rick Owens on the feet, I feel tall
Hop outside the bed
New A.R. extended the mag
Leave him dead
Oh I'm trash right, I might be wack
I still got my bag right
Let's go have a bag fight
Writer: B!g Mike
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid