Tru$t Lyrics

Aye look this how it go

(Woo!)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

Yeah, Swing off the road

Swing off the road

I don't know this bad bitch from the city

I'm a finger fuck my Glock in her kitty

It get wicked outside, It get chilly

Lil bitch but her hands get jiggy

Walking out the spot boy I got plenty

Fine face and her waist itty bitty

Aye bro what's yo Chase? We can split a 50

You don't fuck with me you better get it up with me

They said leave it alone but that shit stuck with me

That bitch hit my phone, Misery bring company

I put my life in these songs this shit helping me

I can't go to fed, Them folks really watching me

Why the fuck this hoe keep calling me?

But bitch thick as hell, Bitch eat her collard greens

Beat a nigga ass again cause he ripped my jeans

Don't try to reconnect that's gon be the last thing

I was there for y'all but is y'all gon be there for me?

Tried to help some niggas that I said they cared for me

In the end I really should of just slimed 'em

Gotta watch yo close friends who behind ya

Back door action, Boom, Behind 'em

You can't tell nobody what you finding

I done seen a lot before, That shit blinding

Both sides man that shit traumatizing

(Both sides man that shit traumatizing)

Swing off the road

Swing off the road

Swing off the road

They thought I sold my soul

I told 'em how it go

(Woo!)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

This how it go

(This how it go)

Yeah, Swing off the road

Swing off the road

I don't know this bad bitch from the city

I'm a finger fuck my Glock in her kitty

It get wicked outside, It get chilly

Lil bitch but her hands get jiggy

Walking out the spot boy I got plenty

Fine face and her waist itty bitty

Aye bro what's yo Chase? We can split a 50

You don't fuck with me you better get it up with me

They said leave it alone but that shit stuck with me

That bitch hit my phone, Misery bring company

I put my life in these songs this shit helping me

I can't go to fed, Them folks really watching me

Why the fuck this hoe keep calling me?

But bitch thick as hell, Bitch eat her collard greens

Beat a nigga ass again cause he ripped my jeans

Don't try to reach cause that's gon be the last thing

I was there for y'all but is y'all gon be there for me?

Tried to help some niggas that I said they cared for me

In the end I really should of just slimed 'em