On some 2016 shit
On some 2016 shit
On some 2016 shit
Woke up this morning on some 2016 shit
Hit the store, left the store, rolling where the scene is
FTP when I walk inside arenas
F150, driving buzzed, I take the scenic
Route when I pop out
Town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
Coldest at the venue, you can find me where your bitch is at
If it's altercations, call up street beefs and set the match
Trailer Trash bitch, I eat my breakfast with a keystone
Eat my eggs and shoot the shit, pawpaw on the telephone
Hell was gone, now it's back, bitch you better go inside
Yerty crawled up out the pit, talking shit and swatting flies
Route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
I've been maxed out
Blacked out
Pearl body swerving
Back of the bronco
Yeti full of bourbon
They like yerty where you been?
I've been drankin, I've been slurring
Sleeping deep inside my trailer, liver begging me for mercy
I'm about my green, I collect the funds
Tighten up my jeans right after I hunch
I'm on Planet Sheen, bitch I'm gone as f*ck
I don't wanna speak, whiskey in my cup
Route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
Case blade in my denim tucked
Cuts ass so easy
I've been in and out the liquor store, looking for some seasoning
Hit these bitches with the pick and roll, beat it bitch I mean it
I've been dreaming bout some shit that'll probably room me with a demon
Deem me Mr. DiBiase
Million dollar mother f*cker
Mother f*ck em to the bottom
F*ck you bastards
Busters
Busting through these bitches, guess I'll f*ck em til I love one
I see hell is still on fire so I'm guess I'll keep on trucking
Route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
Yerty - Trailer Trash Lyrics
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On some 2016 shit
On some 2016 shit
On some 2016 shit
Woke up this morning on some 2016 shit
Hit the store, left the store, rolling where the scene is
FTP when I walk inside arenas
F150, driving buzzed, I take the scenic
Route when I pop out
Town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
Coldest at the venue, you can find me where your bitch is at
If it's altercations, call up street beefs and set the match
Trailer Trash bitch, I eat my breakfast with a keystone
Eat my eggs and shoot the shit, pawpaw on the telephone
Hell was gone, now it's back, bitch you better go inside
Yerty crawled up out the pit, talking shit and swatting flies
Route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
I've been maxed out
Blacked out
Pearl body swerving
Back of the bronco
Yeti full of bourbon
They like yerty where you been?
I've been drankin, I've been slurring
Sleeping deep inside my trailer, liver begging me for mercy
I'm about my green, I collect the funds
Tighten up my jeans right after I hunch
I'm on Planet Sheen, bitch I'm gone as f*ck
I don't wanna speak, whiskey in my cup
Route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
Case blade in my denim tucked
Cuts ass so easy
I've been in and out the liquor store, looking for some seasoning
Hit these bitches with the pick and roll, beat it bitch I mean it
I've been dreaming bout some shit that'll probably room me with a demon
Deem me Mr. DiBiase
Million dollar mother f*cker
Mother f*ck em to the bottom
F*ck you bastards
Busters
Busting through these bitches, guess I'll f*ck em til I love one
I see hell is still on fire so I'm guess I'll keep on trucking
Route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
On some 2016 shit
On some 2016 shit
Woke up this morning on some 2016 shit
Hit the store, left the store, rolling where the scene is
FTP when I walk inside arenas
F150, driving buzzed, I take the scenic
Route when I pop out
Town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
Coldest at the venue, you can find me where your bitch is at
If it's altercations, call up street beefs and set the match
Trailer Trash bitch, I eat my breakfast with a keystone
Eat my eggs and shoot the shit, pawpaw on the telephone
Hell was gone, now it's back, bitch you better go inside
Yerty crawled up out the pit, talking shit and swatting flies
Route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
I've been maxed out
Blacked out
Pearl body swerving
Back of the bronco
Yeti full of bourbon
They like yerty where you been?
I've been drankin, I've been slurring
Sleeping deep inside my trailer, liver begging me for mercy
I'm about my green, I collect the funds
Tighten up my jeans right after I hunch
I'm on Planet Sheen, bitch I'm gone as f*ck
I don't wanna speak, whiskey in my cup
Route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
Case blade in my denim tucked
Cuts ass so easy
I've been in and out the liquor store, looking for some seasoning
Hit these bitches with the pick and roll, beat it bitch I mean it
I've been dreaming bout some shit that'll probably room me with a demon
Deem me Mr. DiBiase
Million dollar mother f*cker
Mother f*ck em to the bottom
F*ck you bastards
Busters
Busting through these bitches, guess I'll f*ck em til I love one
I see hell is still on fire so I'm guess I'll keep on trucking
Route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
R-r-route when I pop out, town to city back to back
Black body Chevy rolling thunder through the cul-de-sac
Writer: Trey Knox
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