King Zane - Trash Out

(Tkd)
(TwonTwon)
Yeah
Mask all on my face, because the pussy boy start coughing back (Coughing back)
Red dot to his chest I guess we call that shit a heart attack (Heart attack)
All my niggas looking gothic cuz their favorite color's fucking black (Fucking black)
RIP the Queen of England, but we out here smoking on her pack
Move like Mr. Krabs I'm dating money, fell in love with Racks (Racks!)
I wanna fuck on Daphne, she know I got them Scooby snacks
Yeah my gas an artifact; you hit it once it get you stupid smacked
Bet that nigga need a bib the way the FN pat him on his back (Fa fa fa fa fa)
Bitch this belt across my waist, I think that shit cost me a zip
I'm invading in yo neighborhood just like my name is Zim
I was fucking with a Spanish broad, I think her name was Kim
She talking reckless for this check bitch, yeah I think she want my kin (Shhhhh)
I'm too fried, I'm out with Gloshi bitch, I'm out here crashing whips!
He get fye if we all slide, lil bitch we hand him the pink slip
I've been running up that sack, the paper look like Charlie Clips
Man that nigga just a coon, my boy will handle you like Skips
I'm gon-
Uhn, uhn uhn, uhn uhn, uhn
She gon pass out (Pass out)
Hella body bags, bitch we call that taking trash out (Trash out)
Riding with a Keisha smoking reefer, I'm gon cash out (Cash out)
I've been spending money, ion know just what he spazzin bout
I'm gon-
Uhn, uhn uhn, uhn uhn, uhn
She gon pass out (Pass out)
Hella body bags, bitch we call that taking trash out (Trash out)
Riding with a Keisha smoking reefer, I'm gon cash out (Cash out)
I've been spending money, ion know just what he spazzin bout

Written by:
Zane Williams

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