Trumpet ft. Yung Paolo Lyrics

Yeah

Like what

Like what, like what

Like what, like

Like Wok

Grah, yeah

Uh (Grah, grah)

Like what, like what (Like what)

Uh (fhew, fhew)

Look (Yeah)

Talkin' on bro, we blow 'em like a trumpet

Get to the bread, aim it at his muffin (That's right)

Gotta get back before I get me a bag (On bro)

Take that trip, put 'em in a luggage (Grah)

Me and Paolo off the casa, we buggin' (Oh yeah)

Been on hots, put 'em in an oven (In an oven)

How many? Bro I got me a dozen

How can I lack? Bro I keep me a pole

Now we get 'em clapped, we puttin' on a show

Fuckin' his bitch, oh yeah, for sure (Fasho)

Whole gang, bro you better let go (Let go)

Who gon' do what? That's something I don't know

Off the liquor, I still pour me a four

Ready to blitz 'em, I was never slow

I need my chain, my wrist on froze

Everything blitzed, I gotta be on go

When I shoot, bro I gotta get close

Like, pass me the smith'n, I'm finna go pro

Drill on a dolo, nobody gon' know (At all)

Still gotta watch, can't get set by a hoe

Still gotta watch cause I know they gon' tell

But if shit get real, brodie holdin' my bail

But fuck that, you ain't felt what I felt

That's the reason why I'm giving them hell

That's the reason why I'm moving so hectic

Take a shot, it better be effective (Aha)

Take a shot, you better get 'em affected (Grah)

Accurate aim, bro I gotta perfect it (On bro)

Face of my city, you gotta respect it (Aha)

Whoever don't like it, get up and correct it (Like what)

Everything taken, we got it collected

Why is they mad cause I'm spinnin' they section

Spinnin' they section

Why they get mad cause I'm droppin' the head off

Get in the mansion, poppin' champagne

And we droppin' the bands off

I'm with my dawg in the B's, yeah

We lettin' the shots off

Yeah, I'm with my dawg in the B's, yeah

We lettin' the shots off (Pow-pow)

See me and get done, uh

Why you tryna run?

Hoe, get ya' ass in line

The activis take me to sun

We get on Bt, shit done, done, done, done

In the B's where shit goes down, down, down, down

Hold up

I just got a new bust down

Praised in my home town

Got the speakers out loud

You should be quiet now (Quiet now)

City on lock, got the lions out (Lions out)

Now everybody say I changed

Well, look at me now

Talkin' on bro, we blow 'em like a trumpet

Get to the bread, aim it at his muffin (That's right)

Gotta get back before I get me a bag (On bro)

Take that trip, put 'em in a luggage (Grah)

Me and Paolo off the casa, we buggin' (Oh yeah)

Been on hots, put 'em in an oven (In an oven)

How many? Bro I got me a dozen

How can I lack? Bro I keep me a pole

Now we get 'em clapped, we puttin' on a show

Fuckin' his bitch, oh yeah, for sure (Fasho)

Whole gang, bro you better let go (Let go)

Who gon' do what? That's something I don't know

Off the liquor, I still pour me a four

Ready to blitz 'em, I was never slow

I need my chain, my wrist on froze

Everything blitzed, I gotta be on go (On bro)