Trina Moe

Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe

**** about to blow

Bouncin' straight out the door

Here we go, here we go

Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight

Only dogs eating is us, we snatch all plates

Err, ERR! ERR! Get him, boy!

Click, click, pop the leash, hit him, boy!

**** brag about waggin', we stop the tails

X drop an album, **** droppin' sales

**** can't fuck with the dog, forget about it

Money went up against the dog, read about it

Man, listen, you cats better walk easy

I'm on some positive shit, but I still walk greasy

Ain't nothing changed, still ain't sweet

Stand on one block, but I own the whole street

And on the whole street is dirty **** with funny moves

Leaving your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes

Rest of them ass kissers is sensitive ass ****

Fourth album, and I still get in that ass, ****

Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe

**** about to blow

Bouncin' straight out the door

Here we go, here we go

It's Dark and Hell is Hot

Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood; And Then There Was X

Got **** like, "What's next and then?"

Hit 'em again, you cats ain't never gon' win

I was here before most of y'all careers were born

I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong

Difference between right and wrong is me

**** talk shit, but you can't MC

We already know how much your watch is worth

Talk about helping the hurt, saving the Church

Why don't you brag about helping out where you come from?

And give brothers a job that really want one?

Gotta think about that shit you said, you don't mean it

I done listened to that shit you said, but I done seen it

Most of you cats is type funny

But when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon' get type ugly

Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe

**** about to blow

Bouncin' straight out the door

Here we go, here we go

Man, I'm already knowin', like y'all **** is knowin'

You can't fuck with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin'

Seeing is believing, and well, let's just see

I ain't even gon' speak, one million the first week

Aight, let's ask the streets: How many sold?

What? Three ****, three months to go gold?

C'mon, ese, keep it real, homes

You fuckin' with the dog, you already know

This ain't nothing new, fuck is you mad at?

15 million! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Rest assured, I'm best abroad

You can test Billboard because the rest are frauds

I got 18 years under my belt, rappin'

Let me see, you was three, I was making it happen

Next time we bump heads, don't be hard headed

Show some motherfuckin' respect, bitch, or you'll all get it

Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe

**** about to blow

Bouncin' straight out the door

Here we go, here we go