Archielee214 - Hood Trophy - Special Version Lyrics

Lyrics Hood Trophy - Special Version - Archielee214



That's a little trophy, that's a little trophy, That's a little trophy, that's a little trophy
That's a little trophy, that's a little trophy, That's a little trophy, that's a little trophy
Trophy junkie, the editor, they know I be trippin
I'm usin' that money to a rapid
Knock at the door, put the half in the backpack
Niggas be mad when I pull out that skin pack
If you gotta trip, make it jump like a rabbit
That's a little trophy, remember I slept on a sofa
Now I know and watch what I pour in my soda
Talk that game shit, my nigga load up
Fuck that show, I don't worry bout a bad game
Niggas say he trippin', but he made what he spent
Deep in that water, had to learn how to swim
Look at your bitch in a hoagie trench
If it tick-tock, don't pull out your wrist
Young club, baby, I'm poppin' my shit
Talkin' bout praise, we gon' hit us a lick
Got hit once when the block got spit
Ain't no me, I can pay your bitch rent
Better pick up your hustle
Sorry, my auntie, my brother, my cousin
That's a lil' trophy
That's a lil' trophy
That's a lil' trophy
That's a lil' trophy
That's a lil' trophy
That's a lil' trophy
That's a lil' trophy
That's a lil' trophy
I'ma make it back, I ain't trippin, I have nothin
Run up, don't motherfuckin' comment
Grounded on when I turn up in the summer
Lil' trophy, yeah I do what I want, got my ice on
Why do you buy like Joanna? I'm serving the money
Ain't missing no plate
How you gettin' money? I'm livin' that way
Mom text me like, baby be safe
Prayed for my opps, stay deep in the grave
I prayed on my pops he made me this way
I was in the street when they make it paid
I'ma, I'ma do what I want like, fuck what you say
That's a lil' trophy
Truelle baby, I'm the dawg in the making
Give me that money, lil' bitch, I ain't playin
On my side, I'm the man with the plan
Trap in a package, I love when they layin
Fuck all my haters, we'll never be friends
Watch how you move, I never look back
Stay down and trap, run up my sack
Hood back, B-butt, nose in my lap
Big boy shit, I'm here now, hit me
Slide on the opps, spit the shit to the empty
Infrared beam on the Glock and it's spittin
Niggas think shit funny, boy, I ain't kiddin
Aim at your kidney, niggas not pimpin', they simpin
Real trap nigga, you know that, you feel me
I don't say nothin' till my dawg got killed
I'm stuck on the opps til they see the feet
That's a lil' trophy
I'm the man with the plan
Trap in a package, I love when they layin
On my side, I'm the man with the plan
Trap in a package, I love when they layin
Fuck all my haters, we'll never be friends
Move, I never look back
Stay down and tread, run on my sack
Look baby, but no similac



Writer(s): Daivon Archie


Archielee214 - Hood Massacre
Album Hood Massacre
date of release
31-10-2021




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