Trombone

You are listening to Lo-Fi sound
Ayy, shine
Who better than me?
Huh, yeah, yeah
On gang, on gang, lil' bih

I go extra, I don't talk, nigga, I just swing
Bro got bodies, he don't text
Niggas scared, but we got the pin
Shorty bad, but it's mine, ain't it worth a thing?
He gon' eat it on his knees, I feel just like a king
Huh, bitch, I'm cold as fuck, I ain't never needed no team

Huh, went through hell and came back
I'm poppin' this fuckin' scene, ain't what it seem
Told my opps, "Don't die for sweet," keep that lil' shit heat
Got some niggas that slide in they sleep

They don't ever play 'bout me

Cars and clothes, your ho gon' go
Always on beat, they love my trombone
Cars and clothes, your ho gon' go
Always on beat, they love my trombone
Yeah, trombone
Yeah, trombone
Yeah, trombone
Slide on my beat, yeah, my trombone

They call me chef, why?

'Cause I be cookin', sharin' from these niggas eggs
Talkin' 'bout he found better, lie
No, you ain't found no better nigga

I'll never show my hand or prove shit to you hoes
I stay on dick, and you know that shit be head to toe
And you know I'm the shit, yeah, lil' nigga

I'll let it slide, but that shit better not continue
Yeah, you bitches cashin' 'bout dick, that's just a fender bender
Come on now, baby, let me hold your hand when I say this shit to you
Huh, I treat these niggas like a CPN
You use 'em once and then you close 'em
Stop you in your tracks and watchin' how you approach me
Huh, I don't beef with bitches, just leave they ego swollen
Keep a round for any bitch, for whoever feelin' bloated

Huh, just 'cause you don't see it, that don't mean I don't tote it
Yeah, I'm one of one, yeah, this rap shit so overloaded
I like pizza from Felini's, cash up in my beanie
Swing with the stick, turn these niggas up until we beat 'em

Cars and clothes, your ho gon' go
Always on beat, they love my trombone
Cars and clothes, your ho gon' go
Always on beat, they love my trombone
Yeah, trombone
Yeah, trombone
Yeah, trombone
Slide on my beat, yeah, my trombone