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Ginger Trill

"Dod"

Yeah, gang, uh

[Chorus]
Trippy  in my silk shirt
Loose  enough to tuck a chain
[?] be my [?]
My lil pump they Gucci gang, uh
Big sh*t, all I pop is big sh*t
Chopper  so long, when I walk it make me limp sh*t
Big  sh*t, big sh*t, all I talk is big sh*t
Clip full of bald heads, Nomuzi's in that big sh*t
No  corner's big enough to cuddle
If I ever see some trouble, my lil uzi gon' mumble
No corner's big enough to cuddle
If I ever see some trouble, my lil uzi gon' mumble

[Verse 1: Ginger Trill]
Who  them guys? gotta scrutinize
Check the corner for them blueish lights
You a pusher or you a buyer?
Got the hook up for a goodish price
I don't do consignment, got some good advice
Who are you? Who am I?
Who the truth n*gga? Who a lie?
You be bugging, is you wise?
You a thug now, you the guy
Got them guns you never utilise
You adorable, a cutey pie
You look horrible in that disguise
What, you couldn't do the suit and tie?
Second chance to be a cooler guy
You in high school again or you just high
Living in your own world, you would die

[Chorus]
Trippy in my silk shirt
Loose enough to tuck a chain
[?] be my [?]
My lil pump they Gucci gang, uh
Big sh*t, all I pop is big sh*t
Chopper so long, when I walk it make me limp sh*t
Big sh*t, big sh*t, all I talk is big sh*t
Clip full of bald heads, Nomuzi's in that big sh*t
No corner's big enough to cuddle
If I ever see some trouble, my lil uzi gon' mumble
No corner's big enough to cuddle
If I ever see some trouble, my lil uzi gon' mumble

[Post-Chorus]
Big sh*t, all I pop is big sh*t
Chopper so long, when I walk it make me limp sh*t
Big sh*t, big sh*t, all I talk is big sh*t
Clip full of bald heads, Nomuzi's in that big sh*t


[Verse 2: Ginger Trill]
Uh
Do or die
Do it for the moola
I'm, losing snoozes
Paranoia, losing cheese is petrifying
Dabbing with some dealings
Dancing, dabbing with the devil just to double all my digits
Do the dash, I'm Dame in [?]
Do it till you finished, though they finished you
They dare me for this dough
You bet I did just what they didn't do
Wouldn't you?
Bullet proof, vested like I'm finna get rich or die
Do it for the culture, do it just to catch a vibe
Do the money dance, do the Diddy bop
I hustled on every block, you didn't do diddly-squat
Probably had your face stuck, in some pretty b*tch's twat
Probably the same Thot, busy giving me the box
Papi I can't stop, till I get a Bentley
Cop a pressy and a 'Cerdes
Drop, benjies on my lady
Shop, crazy for my baby
Rock, shades inside a.. maybe not
And still let my mans hold the crazy watch
Do or die trying, that's what made me hot

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