Fun Trash

Lyrics

[Intro] You went to the booth, had the time of your life, and dropped fun trash (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Alright (Damn, JakeSand) KrispyLife [Verse] You went to the booth, had a good time, you dropped fun trash I'm feelin' like Dr. Dre with the drums, dumbass Hoes see me, they scream, "It's with a K, dumbass" Dog tried to play with gang, I hit with a K, dumbass Bitch pussy wet, I think this ho mixed with passionfruit I was spreadin' the cheeks wide as hell, I split the ass in two Bitch creamy, it look like I'm dappin' in glue Niggas thought they was shittin', now it's my turn to poop I'll kill step with this steel, yeah, that's word to Joog Bullets leave everything straight, it's a perm or two Alright, alright My niggas gettin' chicken like this motherfucker Raising Cane Me and Gramz back to back, we feel like J and Dame I just bought a pet monkey, a rug, and another chain I just caught another opp lackin' at Buster Daves Damn, I mean Dave & Buster's Call my nigga Dee up and be like, "David, bust 'em" He askin' do I rap? What you think, I had these chains for nothing? I got the plug on the shoes, I get J's for nothin' We hit the wrong crib, bro, we hit the stain for nothing My young dog'll go up top on him, hit his brain for nothin' Dog on life support, yeah, his mama keep prayin' for nothin' Niggas lame as hell behind them Instagrams, they got fame for nothin' My chain remind me of a snowglobe Can't come around gang, I heard you with the po-pos Hit a bitch and then block her number, I don't know hoes Dog took his whole check and bought four roll rolls I'm sick, your baby daddy still gettin' checks Don't think niggas forgot, y'all was wearin' them vests Lookin' clown as hell like bullets goin' through vests Playin' all-time quarterback with this Glock, bullets hit his chest When I get booked, I charge the promoter a travel fee When you get booked, I know you get shorted, your jewelry cheap Catch him comin' out of church, fuck around and pop a priest Hit his J, knocked the wrangler right off the motherfuckin' seat Me and my niggas steppin', I ain't gon' lie, this a lot of camp Every bullet come to a point like a lava lamp Me and my niggas rock designer, this the Prada camp Every time somebody catch a body, I be like, "I'm proud of camp"