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Tai Trendin - 392 Lyrics

[Intro: Tai Trendin]
Swerve, skrrt, swerve, skrrt-skrrt, swerve, skrrt
Swerve, swerve, skrrt-skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt

[Chorus: Tai Trendin]
Me and lil' B, we just beat up your street
In a 392, better not get up inside it
And we keep us a stick, boy, I look like a pirate
Need you some money, we might just be hirin'
We put that fire on his ass, tryna put this shit out
Turnt his bitch ass to a fireman
How I get all this munyun? Nigga, that's private
She said I'm a dog, well, nigga, I'm howlin'
Still'll go put a bitch out on Holland

[Verse 1: Tai Trendin]
Pick the bitch up when the sun come up
Big top dog, I ain't never been touched
Pay five bands and they get flushed
Call up T, hе pull up truck
Fours in the back, got the turbo in the front
Fuck a nеw strand, pop out with Runtz
Pop out in France, y'all call cunt
Still been eatin', y'all got lunch
Still put that stick on your ass like your aunt
I ain't gon' speak on too much 'cause they burnin' shit up
Like, damn, I'm havin' some fun
I'll pop out with a check and a stick with a box on the back of that bitch, boy, I'm goin' retarded
I throw the 'Cat right in sport, hit on the gas
Damn, sound like it's fartin'
[Chorus: Tai Trendin]
Me and lil' B, we just beat up your street
In a 392, better not get up inside it
And we keep us a stick, boy, I look like a pirate
Need you some money, we might just be hirin'
We put that fire on his ass, tryna put this shit out
Turnt his bitch ass to a fireman
How I get all this munyun? Nigga, that's private
She said I'm a dog, well, nigga, I'm howlin'
Still'll go put a bitch out on Holland

[Verse 2: Chapo Savage]
Pull up with Tai, damn, I feel like the moon (Feel like the moon)
392, we gon' make this bitch vroom (Skrrt)
Switches and Dracs, we gon' clear out the room (Switches and Dracs)
Wrapped like a mummy, go pick out your tomb (Wrapped)
Put your ass down with 7.62s (7.62s)
We slidin' with sticks, ain't talkin' 'bout pool (Slidin' with sticks)
Call up a Savage, this shit can get rude (Call up a Savage)
Pourin' up Wock', I keep losin' the time
Posted with 40s, I can't do the 9s
I'm fuckin' this bitch and I know she ain't mine
You fuck with that nigga, but he droppin' dimes
You know that he told (Told, told)
I sent a kite down, we wipin' his nose (Wipin' his nose)
When I send the mission out, you better not fold (Sendin' it out)
He played his hand, so we had to expose (Damn, damn, damn)
[Chorus: Tai Trendin]
Me and lil' B, we just beat up your street
In a 392, better not get up inside it
And we keep us a stick, boy, I look like a pirate
Need you some money, we might just be hirin'
We put that fire on his ass, tryna put this shit out
Turnt his bitch ass to a fireman
How I get all this munyun? Nigga, that's private
She said I'm a dog, well, nigga, I'm howlin'
Still'll go put a bitch out on Holland