TREY SONGZ ft. Young Peydey Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

She go wild, wild, wild

Okay, I'm doing it

Put your headphones on feel the movement

Sing like Trey Songz, Cartier movement

I remember back then I couldn't get to it

I switch my swag, I go low, yeah yeah

We throw them ones they on the floor, yeah yeah

We been outside, we been outside yeah

She ask my why, I say she was lying

Bitch I'm baked, I'm fucking flying

She did it to herself why the fuck she crying

That fucking bag is on my mind

If I go passive yeah I put him in a casket

I don't got no soul

I'm in that mode

Bitch get freaky she dancing

The bitch get freaky she dancing

The bitch get freaky she dancing

Bitch get freaky she dancing

Ima shoot that shot baby I ain't passing

Smoke in the air just like a chimney that shit be gas

Bitch just got a fat ass yeah

She keep texting my phone, yeah why you asking

Ima have to block that hoe, I might have to block her

Yeah, and this shit different, yeah she might make my roster

Yeah, and I do it on my own just like a foster

Yeah, and that boy be talking shit we dig up his fossils yeah

Okay, I'm doing it

Put your headphones on feel the movement

Sing like Trey Songz, Cartier movement

I remember back then I couldn't get to it

I switch my swag, I go low, yeah yeah

We throw them ones they on the floor, yeah yeah

We been outside, we been outside yeah

She ask my why, I say she was lying

Yeah I'm geeked up but I think I need more

Twenty years old but I buy out the store

Shawty just know my name cause I pop my shit like yeah

Top floor shit, cutting up a brick yeah

Keep going up got a nigga sick yeah

Pop another pill got a nigga sick yeah

In a Maybach I just keep this shit real

Favorite color pink and that's cause a pink ten

Lil baby give top in a all black Benz

Young nigga drop a bag for some all black Timbs

Yeah she broke your heart pick your head up

Yeah nigga go get your bread up

She wasn't even nothing in the first place

All my ex bitches I'm ahead of them

Now they just like the rest of them

All the little bitches know I'm pressure bruh

Shut the fuck up I'm not on that principle

Your shooters they running away, yeah I just got pressure bruh

Yeah, lil shawty wanna come my way, yeah cause she know I'm next up

Expensive drugs they the best ones

Call the new ones they the feds yeah

Drop a new song I want fans yeah