M.$.K. ft. Trench Lyrics

Yeah Mob Dolla Krew we the big squad

Fucking with us metal in your core like a corn cob

Fire on these tracks and in these streets no I can't stop

Keep going hard every time until this shit pops

I been going off been spitting raw no bapping

Love talking all that ra ra there ain't no action

I was in the county all my homies held me down after

Things turned sideways and 12 tried to interrogate

I ain't tell 'em shit fuck the cops I don't associate

Want to come around and act bool well it's a little late

You ain't come around when there was ramen on my dinner plates

475 to 69 we hit the interstate

Flint town nigga 'till I die Southside what I claim

East side where them thugs hang I started gang banging

Do my dirt do some thug things some shit we don't say

If you trying to make some money tell me now

Ándale

Shut up

Ask your bitch how my dick tastes

I lay the dick authoritive she love it when I dictate

I'm so gone off the Xannies I can't sit straight

Two bad hoes and we smoking in the 328

Gotta verify the pressed ones like DEA

Bitch we can run the whole game can be EA

Easy things something about the way we think

Spitting it fast like what he say

Oh my god can you please refrain

We cruise fucked up made a lotta lump sums

Get us in the party you a sucker we go dumb dumb

Thump thump hear us when we coming through the front subs

Live with the mob and ain't nobody gonna run up

Yo my gang got indicted but that's not us on Wikipedia

We really active shooting all these clips like the media

Told shawty that her ass like dessert I want a piece of her

I'd rather have a beat for a treat I always eat it up

Uninteresting as hell nigga you like TiVo

Blood stuck him up with his hands Eastside Deebo

Nigga ain't that hard bitch get some crack and whip it

If I get caught then I gotta sit the bench ain't no scrimmage

.40 caliber tucked inside my baggy ass britches

Beat the block to hard they gon call me Miles Bridges

This a quick flip

Yeah you chokin' like a Simpson

I can drive her crazy with this dick call it stick shift

This ain't fiction

I'm cold like no friction

T so icy you could call my ass Lipton

I'm ahead of my time like Egyptians

Trench is going loco they noticed I ball like Pistons

I get cold as snow and light it up I'm Christmas

I cannot control I'm scaring Christians

Demon to the core don't try to fix this

Menace to society so bitch don't try to diss Trench

Yeah Mob Dolla Krew we the big squad

Fucking with us metal in your core like a corn cob

Fire on these tracks and in these streets no I can't stop

Keep going hard every time until this shit pops