Trashman lyrics

by

Sybyr


[Verse 1: BasedRob]
Man, why does everyone just hate me so much?
I'm the trash man, f*ck you, go roll me a dutch
And this social conundrum is being a crutch
b*tch, I'm out for that cash, I could give a f*ck about your son (I swear to God)
I can f*ck you up with bullets, might only need one (I need a blunt)
f*ck, I haven't gotten another spliff b*tch, we might need a re-up (I need a gun)
pus*y, what you needa buck up for that sh*t you run? (Rob you're dumb)
Two hits, your face, the ground, ya done

[Pre-Chorus: BasedRob]
I stay countin' money, fingers blue, I need a thimble
Whoop all of these hundreds out; your b*tch starts to get nimble
She be actin' nice until the wave starts to give in, bro
When she get thrown out the club, don't try to get in though

[Chorus: Sybyr]
Gotta catch 'em all like ash and them
Brand new f*ckin' clothes, not no H&M
n*ggas wanna stifle, ain't no use for them
Get 'em out of sight, 'fore we poison them
Gotta catch 'em all like ash and them (Ming, ming)
Brand new f*ckin' clothes, not no H&M (Ming, ming)
n*ggas wanna stifle, ain't no use for them (Ming, ming)
Get 'em out of sight, 'fore we poison them (Ming, ming)
[Verse 2: C$PR The Giant]
They can't feed off of my energy
They're less than me, I feel like I am an entity
Your enemy, and you don't wanna f*ck with this, nah
I swear, I'm gonna miss no one
I don't wanna hear you scream when you're mad at me
Rest in peace with every piece that you've said to me
f*ck that, keep it tucked strapped
Leakin' from pockets like I'm Fetty and Rugrat, like, f*ck that
Like, f*ck that (Like f*ck that)
Like, f*ck that (Like f*ck that)
Like, f*ck that (Like f*ck that)
Don't trust that (Don't trust that)
f*ck that
Like, f*ck that
Like, f*ck that
Don't trust that

[Chorus: Sybyr]
Gotta catch 'em all like ash and them (Ming, ming)
Brand new f*ckin' clothes, not no H&M (Ming, ming)
n*ggas wanna stifle, ain't no use for them (Ming, ming, ming)
Get 'em out of sight, 'fore we poison them (Ming, ming)
Gotta catch 'em all like ash and them (Ming, ming)
Brand new f*ckin' clothes, not no H&M (Ming, ming)
n*ggas wanna stifle, ain't no use for them (Ming, ming)
Get 'em out of sight, 'fore we poison them (Ming, ming)
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