BOG Wop - RTB x BOG 2 (feat. Trenchbaby Cade) Lyrics

I just hit your jack, but you didn't get the text
Dono that's my brother, shout out LLS
I just ran through these bows, but I didn't break his sweat
I just ran down to opp, bitch we finna break his neck
I just roll to wood, tell them niggas knock on wood
Brodie got them bows, hit his phone like what's good
Them tickets low, he get em gone, that boy quick
If we talkin' business, why you run n tell a bitch
I wasn't f*ckin' with them perks until I ran into them buyers
Baby trench finna drop, go and put it on a flyer
Girl I think the money counter finna jam and catch on fire
400 grams stuffed inside the f*ckin' spare tire
How you a street nigga, but you tellin
Real hustler since a kid make a dollar, I'm gon' sell it
Had me in that room, I ain't say shit, you niggas fake tough
Since you like that, we gon' send a blitz
Pretty sluts, a lot of drugs, I been showin hella love
I still got them bands and I'll drop five just to get you touched
Your bitch, she got a fat butt, I keep the racks up in her clutch
I'm finna take my fat opp up top and put him in a dutch
I got right back in my duffle, stupid God
If you try me, dumb bitch, I ain't gon' rumble
Me and Trench that's my brother, for him you'll catch a couple
Best believe, I ain't scrappin' with bro if I don't love him
But you know that we gon' double Trench nigga
I done made some grown money off the struggle
Scraped a opp, bro stomped his ass out in that rubble
This nigga Wop, said that this the one I told him bro let's bubble
I don't like the color pink, I like my money blue
Got in trouble as a kid, my mom dukes said what's wrong with you
Just want some money, ma dukes, I'm tryna get it
One thing I learned, boy you better not be no witness
Bro I cut your head off just for f*ckin' with my money
F*cked around and knocked his dreads off, he thought that shit was funny
Fentanyl in here strong as f*ck, I'm in here chopping onions
The way I step on work, them niggas call me Paul Bunyan