TRUMP lyrics

[Intro]
He pretty much lays it out
He was a killer, he was a hired killer for Griselda
Uh, that eliminated people that were involved in the drug business
Yeah, yeah
Uh, agh
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
We got the drop on you and you ain't even know (you ain't know, n*gga)
Them shooters they follow you everywhere you go (they lurkin')
Them n*ggas in your bushes now, they give out wig shots (boom, boom)
They got the drop on you and you ain't even know (hahahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (run down on 'em n*ggas)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (hit all them n*ggas too, n*gga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (I don't give a f*ck who outside, n*gga)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (brr)

[Verse 1]
n*ggas thought the sh*t was sweet, I'ma make you f*ck n*ggas know me
Talkin' like you a killer, well, motherf*cker, come show me
I already sent the youngin through there bustin' his .40
n*gga shot up your whole block and he hit one of your homies
n*gga, we already know you pus*y, you cover your Rollie
And you tuck in your chain
You's a f*ck n*gga, should've stayed in a f*ck n*gga lane
A lil' dread head n*gga come in bustin' your brain
Lil' homie f*ckin' insane, whoa
I got him and his homies in your bushes now
Sniffin' grams to stay up so he can put you down
Homemade ski mask on, pull it down
Silencer on, and neighbors couldn't hear a bullet sound
[Chorus]
We got the drop on you and you ain't even know (you ain't know, n*gga)
Them shooters they follow you everywhere you go (they lurkin')
Them n*ggas in your bushes now, they give out wig shots (boom, boom)
They got the drop on you and you ain't even know (hahahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (run down on 'em n*ggas)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (hit all them n*ggas too, n*gga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (I don't give a f*ck who outside, n*gga)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (brr)

[Verse 2]
b*tch, you was not official, so now we gotta get you
You better pray to God, he with you when that chopper hit you
That chopper pop and flip you
50 round clips in them sticks, boy, that's a lot of missiles
Yeah, that's a lot of missiles
Smokin' one with my young boy while I plot to get you
Tried to give him the .40, he said he wanna pop the stick too
Every night is gunfire, guns fire
Shootin' 'til my gun tire, momma was a jum buyer
Back in jail, out of jail, n*gga, I got dumb priors
Drive-bys in that buick, low air in front tire
Hood I'm from made us killers, pus*y n*gga come try us
Now I know where you been hidin'
So, we gon' come find you, my n*gga, ah
[Chorus]
We got the drop on you and you ain't even know (you ain't know, n*gga)
Them shooters they follow you everywhere you go (they lurkin')
Them n*ggas in your bushes now, they give out wig shots (boom, boom)
They got the drop on you and you ain't even know (hahahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (run down on 'em n*ggas)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (hit all them n*ggas too, n*gga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (I don't give a f*ck who outside, n*gga)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (brr)

[Outro]
Ha, yeah
Ayo, ayo, look at these n*ggas' face man
Ayo, these weird n*ggas, yo, they scared right now
You know what I mean? sh*t is spooky, n*gga
Uh, n*ggas know street sh*t when they see it
When they hear it, n*gga
But don't get it twisted, n*gga, think it's just rap, n*gga
That's a fact, n*gga, in real life, I'll knock you the f*ck out, n*gga
Hahaha, hat's my word, n*gga, and you know my gun work, n*gga
However you wanna do it, however you wanna play it, pus*y
Let's get it
My flow been crazy n*gga
Aw man, I'm on god level right now
b*tches tell me I'm beautiful, n*gga
You n*ggas hurtin'
That's why y'all mad, that's why y'all hatin'
'Cause y'all still on y'all di*k, n*gga, haha
Bum ass n*ggas
It's the Machine, b*tch
Alchemist
It's gettin' ugly for these n*ggas
Real real spooky