Trail Blazin Lyrics

Oh yeah, the guy ain't watered down for sure

Too many, pick me, pick me, yeah, nigga

Let him go, see what he bout Young and tryna fuck with somethin

Swangin' out the door, they ain't even smokin' He still gon' tap on one

Freakin' bitch from around the way He ain't gotta pay, she'll do it for fun

You know I ain't far when you talkin' to someone I say come as you are, I walked in the dime

My young nigga got the blinks Put on the switch, make everybody run

Look homie, come and get your bitch Nigga chopped her down in front of your son

Go to New York, don't do no talk They treat me like Big Pun

Put down them Joe's in that loft You know we smokin' bong

You know I heard your shit, I'm talkin' bout her tongue

I'm on everything, I can't leave her calm She a headhunter, put it on her tongue

Your boyfriend's a bitch, we see his thong Back to the trail, wear a ski mask on

If we comin' now, it won't take me long Nigga leave the phones, all we need is crime

The hood say I'm a target But they gon' spark it just to make it home

We can't get exhausted If they hollin, get that trail on

Rhyme with two nines, on that iron The other, my cologne

Put somethin' through his spine, if he lyin' Nigga better watch they tongue

I'ma reign the game like pop blow Can't stop this rain, they too slow

She bring up my nine, it's my hoe And we breakin' the bank, like a cheat code

We don't do the sequel, out of e-store Ain't no keepin' though, we get at your people

But they know, we done wiped his nose With this bitch ass

Nigga get out of line, he pay that fine Yeah, believe that

And he know he's clean, too easy to catch Where you goin, youngin' gets a blunt

Make him zig-zag And that foreign, nothin' born

We delete shit Off that list, make it quick

Knowin' they don't wanna see me pissed They left me torn, but I represent

They like Lil' Lawrence, he at it again That's my dad and they know he Macklemore

With a passion, they put him inside With them fashion cameras

Since knee-high, he done had it on him Look in his eyes, there's no surprise

That boy been solvin' riddles Yeah, bet you fine, I can't lie

But I am not skimmin, nah Know what I'm sayin

Nigga back on they trail, the coyotes here Like, who on it with me

Pussy

All right, shot, send her up, mm, let him go