Trina Moe lyrics

[Hook]
Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe
n*ggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go

[Verse 1]
Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight
Only dogs eating is us, we snatch all plates
Err, ERR! ERR! Get him, boy!
Click, click, pop the leash, hit him, boy!
n*ggas brag about waggin', we stop the tails
X drop an album, n*ggas droppin' sales
n*ggas can't f*ck with the dog, forget about it
Money went up against the dog, read about it
Man, listen, you cats better walk easy
I'm on some positive sh*t, but I still walk greasy
Ain't nothing changed, still ain't sweet
Stand on one block, but I own the whole street
And on the whole street is dirty n*ggas with funny moves
Leaving your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes
Rest of them ass kissers is sensitive ass n*ggas
Fourth album, and I still get in that ass, n*gga

[Hook]
Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe
n*ggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
[Verse 2]
It's Dark and Hell is Hot
Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood; And Then There Was X
Got n*ggas like, "What's next and then?"
Hit 'em again, you cats ain't never gon' win
I was here before most of y'all careers were born
I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong
Difference between right and wrong is me
n*ggas talk sh*t, but you can't MC
We already know how much your watch is worth
Talk about helping the hurt, saving the Church
Why don't you brag about helping out where you come from?
And give brothers a job that really want one?
Gotta think about that sh*t you said, you don't mean it
I done listened to that sh*t you said, but I done seen it
Most of you cats is type funny
But when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon' get type ugly

[Hook]
Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe
n*ggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go

[Verse 3]
Man, I'm already knowin', like y'all n*ggas is knowin'
You can't f*ck with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin'
Seeing is believing, and well, let's just see
I ain't even gon' speak, one million the first week
Aight, let's ask the streets: How many sold?
What? Three n*ggas, three months to go gold?
C'mon, ese, keep it real, homes
You f*ckin' with the dog, you already know
This ain't nothing new, f*ck is you mad at?
15 million! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Rest assured, I'm best abroad
You can test Billboard because the rest are frauds
I got 18 years under my belt, rappin'
Let me see, you was three, I was making it happen
Next time we bump heads, don't be hard headed
Show some motherf*ckin' respect, b*tch, or you'll all get it
[Hook]
Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe
n*ggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go