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[Intro]
TouchofTrent Goes Wild With This

[Verse 1]
We out with them Glocks, now everybody got switches
I don’t talk about what we talk about, I don’t want everybody in my company
I told the truth about my brother and them, now everyone in their feelings
She set the standards for bad female dogs, now everybody got boobs
We never worry about murder cases, nigga, everybody got millions
Keep your head up, you never wanna put your head down in the trenches
You got a skybox for the Bulls game, I gave my tickets to Kim Foxx
I had a real lunch with a billionaire, I need a hundred mil to get by with ’em
Seen some niggas, vouched for nigga shit on they Twitter
Brought Pooh Shiesty to my block, gave her my Glock with an extension
I saw the Juice WRLD documentary, I don’t want Percocet, I’m done
These hoes fuckin’ for a name, I’ll never Birkin bag these female dogs
Tried to quit doing drugs, feel like I like to clog up my kidneys
I told a bad female dog, “I can’t be seen with you”, she got an Uber, eating her Denny’s
Why are you playing with me? You can’t compare us, niggas better save their pennies
I’m like Doe Boy, don’t lie to me, I’ll tell your ass, “Oh, really?”
I love the waistband in them pants, the way my Glock is in my Amiris
I’m Durk, but call me a smirk, nigga, ’cause every time I smile
Like Kodak said, get a Percocet, nigga, everybody go gremlin
And you know I win when I drop shit, nigga, everybody in my mentions

[Chorus]
I just took a dope, I’m tryna get fired
I just took two drugs to try to get fired
I just took three drugs to try to get fired
I just took four drugs to try and get fired
I’ll be there with these killers until the fucking sun comes up
Better have a lot of switches if you ever run
If you’re out in these trenches, never raise your gun
If you think the feds on you, better put some money on them

[Verse 2]
Went to court early with a Percocet, had to open my eyes
I was just fucking a guard lady, that’s the only reason I’m tired
I lost a real savage to some bitch niggas, only reason I’m crying
I have real money, I need the bank staff to come and count this reserve
I tell her her wet pussy, their apologies whenever I really can’t last
I’m sorry you don’t see money, I think you’re good because you don’t ask for anything
Don’t come to my crib to talk a rumor, nigga, if that shit ain’t fact
They say bro’s DNA was at the murder scene, but that shit don’t match
They take your shit and they know you like a clown, just know you won’t get it back
One reason I don’t take interviews, ’cause they breed rats
That last murder was a big mistake, so why don’t you tell the facts?
I told a young nigga he don’t get a bag every time he messed up
I was looking at some niggas kinda funny like he wearing a MAGA hat
You got a little business, you gotta go, you know you can’t play with it
And I wear it for fashion, but I got two guns in the Avirex
Like, why you gon’ tell that nigga to slide knowing he ain’t cut out for it?

[Chorus]
I just took a dope, I’m tryna get fired
I just took two drugs to try to get fired
I just took three drugs to try to get fired
I just took four drugs to try and get fired
I’ll be there with these killers until the fucking sun comes up
Better have a lot of switches if you ever run
If you’re out in these trenches, never raise your gun
If you think the feds on you, better put some money on them

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