Yung MaunRoe - Trash (feat. YNG Karma)

Like nah
Like nah
Shit nigga said it's YNG
Beat be heat, bars is trash, I'm just feeling the mood
Niggas mad bitches stick to me as cement glue
I ain't worried about your nigga, he just one of your dudes
A bad bitch hit my line, she just rock with my moves
Call me fake, sad, trash, or a wannabe nigga you swearing
To a god, but we cold heart sinners
I'm making bread, bring the beef, I be cooking it nigga
Before I serve it, spit a loogie, niggas eat it for dinner
Figure taking all these bitches be fun if they sucking dick huh nah
Sike that, now it's back to your crib
Can't even make me my music baby momma throwing a fit
Niggas call me Yung Magician way I lay these tricks
Beat be heat, bars is trash, don't you fuck with my mood
Niggas mad bitches stick to me as cement glue
I might take a couple chicks to trip, to Cancún
Flow tighter than five fat niggas up in a coup
Lil bitch hit my line, ask to fuck in her Chevy
Like god damn, pipe down, bitch be keeping it messy
Pussy niggas steady hating till we rocking the Fendi and we some
Yung niggas Karma pouring the Henny
Yung Mauni on the beat
Take your hoe at the max
Tell that bitch "go grab a stack and get my niggas some wraps"
Said it's
Straight facts
Nigga bust out the pack and while I'm smoking on a black
Might just blow out her back
Beat be heat, bars is trash, I'm just feeling the mood
Niggas mad bitches stick to me as cement glue
I ain't worried about your nigga, he just one of your dudes
A bad bitch hit my line, she just rock with my moves
Hello
Hello
Suck on my dick like Jello
Corona time, so elbows
I like to joke and hang with my fellows
Smoking gas got me zooted, I am the head, you are Kibbutznik
Tell me I'm "losing it"
Get it together you're starting to lose your shit
Tommy Hilfiger sauce
Put me in it now you've got gas
Always first, never get last
Give me a whip and I'm going fast
She getting nude gon' throw it back
Ass fatter than a Cadillac
She gon' fuck around catch the Dadillac
Hah
Look
Uh
Hit it with the one time uh uh
Hit it with the two time uh uh
Hit it with the three time hit it with the peace sign
After I give her the mean pipe uh
Pop a molly got me moving like zombie
Bitch give good head, call it sloppy toppy
Stacking up my bread cause I'm trying to cop an Audi
Your bitch slid up cause she fuck with my body
I'm with the apes, yeah we clean off our plates
Get us some money, go back to the bank
Yeah I stack it up high, and my gun keeps us safe
Doing my shit yeah I stay in my lane
I say that it's legal when really it's not
Remember when I was Yung cooking up in the pot
Had to do it, had to flip up the spot
People tried, but dumb I was not
Had to get it while I whip up the city
When it is raining damn sure it ain't pretty
Stay in the mud but I'm not filthy
My nigga do shoot like we playing hoops
Imma trash rapper you talk to the feds
Goofy ass nigga now I want your head
You wearing that drip, you still look so sped
You still look so dead
Beat be heat, bars is trash, I'm just feeling the mood
Niggas mad bitches stick to me as cement glue
I ain't worried about your nigga, he just one of your dudes
A bad bitch hit my line, she just rock with my moves
Like nah
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Shit nigga said it's YNG

Written by:
Yung MaunRoe

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