Trained to Kill (Big Body Whips) [feat. Gunna]

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Yeah
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 (Wheezy outta here)
 Big body whips, extended clip
 Codeine to sip, Glock on my hip
 My jeans are 2K, I shop at Phipps
 You niggas delayed, I fly a Lear
 Cop a new coupe, camera in the rear
 We hit the trap, make a bird appear
 When you a boss, you deserve a share
 Came out the hood, we was trained to kill
 My niggas ready, can't wait 'til you slip
 Lay where you stay, they gon' wait 'til you dip
 Run up an 80 and go take a trip
 I'm in the A, Gunna pull up at Phipps
 Might hit the strip club and spend a lil' grip
 Snuck in this bitch with like eight in the clip
 My Glock tiny so I call it Tip
 Throwin' up B's, but my pockets on Crip
 Tell the bank I want the hundreds with strips
 Told that bitch I don't wanna hear nothin', just strip
 Ain't tryna fuck, don't want nothin' but the lip
 Dip, get out my brib
 I was in the hood on my way to the block
 Hopin' they don't slide an hour before I get there
 I had to walk with that lil' 25
 And I've been paranoid, I'ma blow if I'm scared
 Years went by, but I'm still shell shocked
 I just got a 49, I'ma blow if I'm scared
 Hollow knock out your hair, G-Fazo wearer
 Balenci-er, got couple pair-er
 Take your bitch up off the Perc', I repair her
 Told her to lease, I'ma ride Panamera
 A team, been whippin' Benzes, S5s
 Hop out the house with my hat to the left side
 He comin' through this bitch wrong
 K cock his head to the right like it's shit to the West side
 I'll start that cap, it's for Cap and free Left Eye
 Bitch, I'm in my Biggie bag like Bed-Stuy
 Big body whips, extended clips
 Codeine to sip, Glock on my hip
 My jeans are 2K, I shop at Fifth
 You niggas delayed, I fly a Lear
 Cop a new coupe, camera in the rear
 We hit the trap, make a bird appear
 When you a boss, you deserve a share
 Came out the hood, we was trained to kill
 Yuh, pull up on Herbo, we coppin' this drip
 VVS diamond my neck and my ear
 Let these lil' niggas know that I can hear
 Police want my prints like I'm walkin' through clear
 Like magic, I'm makin' these dollars appear
 Went through so much shit, I can't drop no more tears
 In love with this money, don't care how you feel
 Uh, uh, uh, uh, that bitch keep tellin' me I need to chill
 Niggas be talkin' too much, I can tell
 She ride that dick like a Cadillac DeVille
 I love the sound when I crack off a seal
 Gave her 500 to clean off my nails
 Yeah, you know real always fuck with the real
 And these fake pussy niggas feel the shells
 Big body whips, extended clips
 Codeine to sip, Glock on my hip
 My jeans are 2K, I shop at Fifth
 You niggas delayed, I fly a Lear
 Cop a new coupe, camera in the rear
 We hit the trap, make a bird appear
 When you a boss, you deserve a share
 Came out the hood, we was trained to kill (Trained to kill)
 

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02:39
Tempo
126 BPM

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