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Trish

by Tank Head

[Intro]
Don't call my phone, huh
Don't smoke no zone, huh
High as f*ck like Patron, huh
n*ggas still try some shows, huh

The Awesomeness
DavyDaDon

[Verse 1]
Wait, huh
Catching n*ggas slipping and its over, hmm
Mixing medicine up with the soda
Got a bad b*tch busting Im reloaded
Bomb ass pus*y on notice Im going
I can never save her I was never that heroic
I can never chase a b*tch cash is the motive
I can never lay up imma slam it like im Gannis
Pull up out the pus*y and evaluate the damage

[Chorus]
My b*tch hit like Trish
Bust like Trish
Hit like Trish
That's my b*tch, yuh
Ice cold as sh*t, thats my wrist, yuh
Up, down, left, right, hold that stick
(Hold that stick, yuh)
Up, down, left, right, hold that stick

[Verse 2]
b*tch don't call my phone, huh
Don't smoke no zone, huh
High as f*ck like a drone, huh
n*ggas still chasing shones, huh
Up, down, left, right, b*tch
Come take this pipe, b*tch
I'll change your life, b*tch
I'll make your night, b*tch
Pulled off in the coupe
Came back, pulled off with your boo
Aim that sawed-off , don't move
Call my dogs up, they stupid
Took them draws off her booty
Ate that pus*y like some noodles
Thats your line up, ran through it
Lease these hoes thats your exclusive

[Chorus]
Okay, my b*tch hit like Trish
Bust like Trish
Hit like Trish
That's my b*tch
Ice cold as sh*t, thats my wrist
Up, down, left, right, hold that stick
Up, down, left, right, hold that stick