M.$.K.
Ice TrEy & Trench
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Yeah Mob Dolla Krew we the big squad Fucking with us metal in your core like a corn cob Fire on these tracks and in these streets no I can't stop Keep going hard every time until this shit pops I been going off been spitting raw no bapping Love talking all that ra ra there ain't no action I was in the county all my homies held me down after Things turned sideways and 12 tried to interrogate I ain't tell 'em shit f*ck the cops I don't associate Want to come around and act bool well it's a little late You ain't come around when there was ramen on my dinner plates 475 to 69 we hit the interstate Flint town nigga 'till I die Southside what I claim East side where them thugs hang I started gang banging Do my dirt do some thug things some shit we don't say If you trying to make some money tell me now Ándale Shut up Ask your bitch how my dick tastes I lay the dick authoritive she love it when I dictate I'm so gone off the Xannies I can't sit straight Two bad hoes and we smoking in the 328 Gotta verify the pressed ones like DEA Bitch we can run the whole game can be EA Easy things something about the way we think Spitting it fast like what he say Oh my god can you please refrain We cruise fucked up made a lotta lump sums Get us in the party you a sucker we go dumb dumb Thump thump hear us when we coming through the front subs Live with the mob and ain't nobody gonna run up Yo my gang got indicted but that's not us on Wikipedia We really active shooting all these clips like the media Told shawty that her ass like dessert I want a piece of her I'd rather have a beat for a treat I always eat it up Uninteresting as hell nigga you like TiVo Blood stuck him up with his hands Eastside Deebo Nigga ain't that hard bitch get some crack and whip it If I get caught then I gotta sit the bench ain't no scrimmage .40 caliber tucked inside my baggy ass britches Beat the block to hard they gon call me Miles Bridges This a quick flip Yeah you chokin' like a Simpson I can drive her crazy with this dick call it stick shift This ain't fiction I'm cold like no friction T so icy you could call my ass Lipton I'm ahead of my time like Egyptians Trench is going loco they noticed I ball like Pistons I get cold as snow and light it up I'm Christmas I cannot control I'm scaring Christians Demon to the core don't try to fix this Menace to society so bitch don't try to diss Trench Yeah Mob Dolla Krew we the big squad Fucking with us metal in your core like a corn cob Fire on these tracks and in these streets no I can't stop Keep going hard every time until this shit pops
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Written by: T'Rey Johnson, Trenton Turner
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