Trey S.o.S - Exist

All these itty-bitty hoes wanna talk about young trey
Until they get pushed out the benz
All these itty-bitty hoes wanna fuck up my day
Well i get back to my bed
All these itty-bitty hoes wanna fuck with young trey
But they cant play with the kid
All these lil-bitty hoes wanna fuck on young trey
Will i get back to my bed
All these lil-bitty hoes wanna fuck up my day
Now i go fuck on they friends
Woah-Woah
Cant be put to bed
Drop a wock and the triss and its red
Or the triss be purple
Drop it one and we slumping you over
Like double-0 rova
Lil trey he a double-0 soldier
All bitches mosquitos ebola
Double-0 trey
Double-0
Double-0
All of these itty bitty iced out percd up hoes
Woah
All of these itty bitty iced out percd up hoes
Woah
All of these itty bitty iced out percd up hoes
Woah yeah
All these itty bitty hoes wanna fuck on young trey
But you know they wont spin
All these itty bitty hoes been making my day
Just cause they know that I'm him
Boy don't mob around
You don't mob with no k
S.o.S step in town
We gonna step with a bang
Tryna hop on the mother fucking airplane beat
All the bottles and bitches
Gonna suck on my meat
She can stay at the crib
But that bitch not a freak
Take the whip in the city we throwing up z's
Big bad trey in the big body jeep
Its taking your life we hand out relief
Hoe to my brothers they just like a fleet
Hoe to my brothers they just like a fleet
Hoe to my brothers they just like a fleet
Lilo and stitch
Twin glocc thats a lilo and stitch
Cant trust no bitch
Upping the score
Why the fuck is you uping the score
You not upping with gang
What is you on
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
Who don't exist
Pop a Percy it might be a 30 get lost in the mist
I'm tryna get rich
Wanna ride inna mayback Benz wit a big booty bitch
While I'm flexin on shit
These youngin get turnt to the gang cause we steppin on shit
Just look at my wrist
I stunt on you niggas makin bread while I just take a piss
Tic tic tic tic tic
I'm gonna blow up like bomb
Shoutout to e and them niggas
Know they reppin Nola cause they Comin straight from the swamp
Niggas too deep wit they patnas yeah they throwing hands
But I'm throwing bullets like tom
None of these niggas can touch me
But they feelin lucky them boys really soft as sun charms
Flex flex flex flex flex
Shoutout my youngin southwest
Know we be makin that noise up in schoo what it do
Cause we Comin straight for ya neck
Cant be S.o.S these niggas really cant step maybe its just for the best
(Cant be S.o.S these niggas really cant step maybe its just for the best)
Who don't exist
Pop a Percy it might be a 30 get lost in the mist
I'm tryna get rich
Wanna ride in a mayback Benz wit a big booty bitch
While I'm flexin on shit
These youngins get turnt to the gang cause we steppin on shit
Just look at my wrist
I stunt on you niggas making bread while I just take a piss

Written by:
Clyde Davis, Marcus McCoy

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