Yellowstone trevmas (Ft. funeral)
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[Chorus: trevmas]
(Go-go-go) had to let her go, ex bitch in the wrong, had to let her know
Send hearts thru the telephone, double parking the whip, no Yellowstone
I drive with a stick, automatic, the whip, I post a song and they flip
They all go bananas, I'm sipping that Dirty Diana, that D-D—, that Dirty Diana fasho
Up in the scope, some place that he don't wanna be
Apply the pressure, we ain't letting him breathe
No air, we leave him deceased, heart no beat
I'm clapping that bitch from the back, and it sound likе some sandals be clapping my feet
I put my leg up, look in thе mirror, she open her mouth and I whiten her teeth
[Verse 1: trevmas]
I'm fed up, I ate like elite (Fuck) don't know which steak I'm finna eat
Yeah, if I let up, the spot gon' get taken from me, spent 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 on jeans
I'm mean, you messing with me, then you mess with the bros, you getting the team
Pull out the choppa, that boy he got white in the face, like Scream, we making him bleed
Two shots to the head, just in case the first don't kill
Fuck, his brains are spilled, fuck, my neck on chill
My bitch pussy filled, bossman, I ain't checking no bill
Took a loss, man, what's the cost, man? So I'm popping a pill
Ah, fuck, I forgot how to feel
[Verse 2: funeral]
Ah, fuck, yeah, we still in the field, big gun, pussy boy know the deal
Two shots just to make it feel real, big shots, yeah, that boy finna spill out
Pussy in there like Millhouse, MAC-11 filled out
Boy don't know what's real now, red marks on the wheels now
I'ma run up in his house, invasion, take it back
Gunned down, he's takin' it back, I'ma kill them snakes in the grass
I need a facemask, [?] wan' taste that
No love I hate that, no love, I hate that
(Go-go-go) had to let her go, ex bitch in the wrong, had to let her know
Send hearts thru the telephone, double parking the whip, no Yellowstone
I drive with a stick, automatic, the whip, I post a song and they flip
They all go bananas, I'm sipping that Dirty Diana, that D-D—, that Dirty Diana fasho
Up in the scope, some place that he don't wanna be
Apply the pressure, we ain't letting him breathe
No air, we leave him deceased, heart no beat
I'm clapping that bitch from the back, and it sound likе some sandals be clapping my feet
I put my leg up, look in thе mirror, she open her mouth and I whiten her teeth
[Verse 1: trevmas]
I'm fed up, I ate like elite (Fuck) don't know which steak I'm finna eat
Yeah, if I let up, the spot gon' get taken from me, spent 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 on jeans
I'm mean, you messing with me, then you mess with the bros, you getting the team
Pull out the choppa, that boy he got white in the face, like Scream, we making him bleed
Two shots to the head, just in case the first don't kill
Fuck, his brains are spilled, fuck, my neck on chill
My bitch pussy filled, bossman, I ain't checking no bill
Took a loss, man, what's the cost, man? So I'm popping a pill
Ah, fuck, I forgot how to feel
[Verse 2: funeral]
Ah, fuck, yeah, we still in the field, big gun, pussy boy know the deal
Two shots just to make it feel real, big shots, yeah, that boy finna spill out
Pussy in there like Millhouse, MAC-11 filled out
Boy don't know what's real now, red marks on the wheels now
I'ma run up in his house, invasion, take it back
Gunned down, he's takin' it back, I'ma kill them snakes in the grass
I need a facemask, [?] wan' taste that
No love I hate that, no love, I hate that
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