38 Spesh, Green Double, Klass Murda, Benny the Butcher - Trust Gang lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[38 Spesh, Green Double, Klass Murda, Benny the Butcher - Trust Gang lyrics]
Yeah, trust my word trust Gang, nigga
Spesh yo, uh, yo
They say don't respect the
One that gets shot
Respect the nigga that shot him
I respect the nigga that sent
Him to handle the problem
Ex-bitch said she pregnant by me
Now she screamin' child support
Man, this bitch hate me, I feel lit
She 'bout to wild in court
I ain't payin' you shit, just bein' honest
Bitch, I sell dope
What wages they 'bout to garnish?
I do this for the hustlers that
Get in the zone from us
Every time I re-up I get a new phone number
You ever been in a drought
Told the plug you need pounds?
Then he pull up like
"This the only thing I found?"
Open up the bag, everything brown
But you gotta take it
It's the only thing 'round
Big brother caught an attempt
But he still smile
And they gon' give him 18 if he blow trial
Life hard, I'm doin' everything I can, Lord
I ain't evil, I'm just tryna pay my landlord
Might lie to myself, say I don't need much
I'm fucked up
I'll be good when the P's touch
I got myself in the illest situation
And I never froze, I'm good with those
I never hesitated
See I been cruisin' 'round the
City in them foreigns lately
Dealin' with Spesh, T
And Philly got me more angels
Get a Rollie on my arm, Cuban on my neck
Foreign for a car
Hundred thousand for a check
If a nigga gotta ride, then I'm sendin' clips
If not I'm with TCI poppin' big shit
Spending benjis on pennies with Benny
Act silly, get them semis, call up Nitty, huh
Call up Wire, that's the hit-up
Let him fly out then the pass, go to class
Then we divin' 'cross the pylon
TCF, Trust Gang, yeah
That's who they got they eye on
It's our year, y'all wack
Fuck bygones bein' bygones, trust
Hand on my gun, other hand on the wheel
Make a perfect right turn while
I'm blammin' the steel
My uncle had to show me how to handle a scale
'Cause my pops never taught me
How to handle the pill
I came off the porch early
I was caught dirty
Now I'm boss-worthy and my main broad curvy
Ridin' back home, the trunk of my car dirty
It's noon, I'ma make it back by 4: 30
(Almost home) hustlers runnin' in
(In) , J's runnin' out (Out)
And we never hit you if you came unannounced
That's your lil' bitch but I
Slang out the house
I starved while she survivin' off
The change out the couch
Back then you probably could've
Caught me whippin'
Sweatin' over the stove in a foggy kitchen
Marina dog food when my squad get mentioned
I traded in my spoon for a coffee blender
Nigga
Yeah, ho, I never take an L
Plug cross country, I just wait for mail
Dope so good that it could take a twelve
Fiend tried it and went straight to Hell
Y'all niggas snakes, y'all can't wait to tell
Half ass waitin', had to make a sale
Work so heavy, it could break a scale
So much coke that I could make a trail
You made a sale, you was facin' 12
Told on your man and you escaped from jail
38 Special, it was made to kill
Leave the crime scene and take the shells
Loose lips sink ships, afraid to sail
Get low, my hoes say I'm aging well
She drove the bricks in a gray Chevelle
I bought her a bag, it was fake Chanel
And she walk around like she bougie
I live life like I should write the movie
Broke ass nigga still lightin' loosies
Goin' half on dimebags like the Looneys, uh
You niggas never had to fight
You ain't killin' nothin' with your gun
You bought it for braggin' rights
Got it for an average price
I'm married to the white girl
That bitch is a bad wife
Spesh yo, uh, yo
They say don't respect the
One that gets shot
Respect the nigga that shot him
I respect the nigga that sent
Him to handle the problem
Ex-bitch said she pregnant by me
Now she screamin' child support
Man, this bitch hate me, I feel lit
She 'bout to wild in court
I ain't payin' you shit, just bein' honest
Bitch, I sell dope
What wages they 'bout to garnish?
I do this for the hustlers that
Get in the zone from us
Every time I re-up I get a new phone number
You ever been in a drought
Told the plug you need pounds?
Then he pull up like
"This the only thing I found?"
Open up the bag, everything brown
But you gotta take it
It's the only thing 'round
Big brother caught an attempt
But he still smile
And they gon' give him 18 if he blow trial
Life hard, I'm doin' everything I can, Lord
I ain't evil, I'm just tryna pay my landlord
Might lie to myself, say I don't need much
I'm fucked up
I'll be good when the P's touch
I got myself in the illest situation
And I never froze, I'm good with those
I never hesitated
See I been cruisin' 'round the
City in them foreigns lately
Dealin' with Spesh, T
And Philly got me more angels
Get a Rollie on my arm, Cuban on my neck
Foreign for a car
Hundred thousand for a check
If a nigga gotta ride, then I'm sendin' clips
If not I'm with TCI poppin' big shit
Spending benjis on pennies with Benny
Act silly, get them semis, call up Nitty, huh
Call up Wire, that's the hit-up
Let him fly out then the pass, go to class
Then we divin' 'cross the pylon
TCF, Trust Gang, yeah
That's who they got they eye on
It's our year, y'all wack
Fuck bygones bein' bygones, trust
Hand on my gun, other hand on the wheel
Make a perfect right turn while
I'm blammin' the steel
My uncle had to show me how to handle a scale
'Cause my pops never taught me
How to handle the pill
I came off the porch early
I was caught dirty
Now I'm boss-worthy and my main broad curvy
Ridin' back home, the trunk of my car dirty
It's noon, I'ma make it back by 4: 30
(Almost home) hustlers runnin' in
(In) , J's runnin' out (Out)
And we never hit you if you came unannounced
That's your lil' bitch but I
Slang out the house
I starved while she survivin' off
The change out the couch
Back then you probably could've
Caught me whippin'
Sweatin' over the stove in a foggy kitchen
Marina dog food when my squad get mentioned
I traded in my spoon for a coffee blender
Nigga
Yeah, ho, I never take an L
Plug cross country, I just wait for mail
Dope so good that it could take a twelve
Fiend tried it and went straight to Hell
Y'all niggas snakes, y'all can't wait to tell
Half ass waitin', had to make a sale
Work so heavy, it could break a scale
So much coke that I could make a trail
You made a sale, you was facin' 12
Told on your man and you escaped from jail
38 Special, it was made to kill
Leave the crime scene and take the shells
Loose lips sink ships, afraid to sail
Get low, my hoes say I'm aging well
She drove the bricks in a gray Chevelle
I bought her a bag, it was fake Chanel
And she walk around like she bougie
I live life like I should write the movie
Broke ass nigga still lightin' loosies
Goin' half on dimebags like the Looneys, uh
You niggas never had to fight
You ain't killin' nothin' with your gun
You bought it for braggin' rights
Got it for an average price
I'm married to the white girl
That bitch is a bad wife