Trumpet by TAKECAREVXBES Lyrics
[Verse 1: M.A.L.C.]
My Ex, Tried To Hit My Line
Ignore Her Didn't Work
It's Obvious She Lost Her Mind
If She Thought That She Left Me Hurt
A Lot Of Money on Me
Thotties Flocking For The Green
And You Know My Pockets
Swollen Every Time I Hit The Scene
When I Hit The Mall
With This Shawdy Named Ciara
A Stack Of Hella Hundreds
In My Hand That I Would Hand Her
If She Come Back With A Problem
Then It's Said & Done, & Handled
Diamonds On Me Dancing
Go Hard For The Cake Like Kanan
Come Back With That Bag
My Shawdy Wanna Take It Off
Ain't No Sitting On My Ass
Unless I'm Planning Like A Boss
I Been Hurt A Couple Times
It Don't Hurt To Take A Loss
Because To Make It To Success
You Know That Struggles What It Cost
Revival Gang Mafia
Hop Out We Popping Ya
Without The Use Of Us
Using Monoculars
Niggas Be Gossiping
Loss Of Their Common Sense
You Would See There Ain't
No Use In You Stopping Us
Mind Of A Monitor
You Niggas Jocular
Act Like You Popular
But You Ain't Got No Where
I'm At The At The Top
On The Peak Of The Pedestal
Put Your Engine In Reverse
What You Better Do
[Hook: M.A.L.C.]
Bass Bumping Like A Fucking
Trumpet In My Trunk
This That- This That
Type Of Shit That Be Boomin'
Straight From The Jump
If You- If You Hit My Line
Be Prepared To Say What You Want
I Be In The Cut Vybing
Feeling So Nonchalant
Bass Bumping Like A Fucking
Trumpet In My Trunk
This That- This That
Type Of Shit That Be Boomin'
Straight From The Jump
If You- If You Hit My Line
Be Prepared To Say What You Want
I Be In The Cut Vybing
Feeling So Nonchalant
[Verse 2: M.A.L.C.]
Big Booty Bianca, Be Slaying
And Come From Yonkers
And The Way It Look
In That Sun Dress
Gotta Ask Why She Taunting
When She Walking Down The Street
That Lul Baby Goin'
Cause Some Problems
You Know She'll Walk Up To Me
I'm Just Saying, Like To Be Honest
All I'm Chasing Is That Bag
I Gotta Go And Get Some Mo
Could Give A Fuck About My Swag
Could Give A Fuck About Yo Hoe
I, Swear To God
I Had That Shit Just Come And Go
Will I Remain A Lonely Prodigy
Only The Lord Knows
My Ex, Tried To Hit My Line
Ignore Her Didn't Work
It's Obvious She Lost Her Mind
If She Thought That She Left Me Hurt
A Lot Of Money on Me
Thotties Flocking For The Green
And You Know My Pockets
Swollen Every Time I Hit The Scene
When I Hit The Mall
With This Shawdy Named Ciara
A Stack Of Hella Hundreds
In My Hand That I Would Hand Her
If She Come Back With A Problem
Then It's Said & Done, & Handled
Diamonds On Me Dancing
Go Hard For The Cake Like Kanan
Come Back With That Bag
My Shawdy Wanna Take It Off
Ain't No Sitting On My Ass
Unless I'm Planning Like A Boss
I Been Hurt A Couple Times
It Don't Hurt To Take A Loss
Because To Make It To Success
You Know That Struggles What It Cost
Revival Gang Mafia
Hop Out We Popping Ya
Without The Use Of Us
Using Monoculars
Niggas Be Gossiping
Loss Of Their Common Sense
You Would See There Ain't
No Use In You Stopping Us
Mind Of A Monitor
You Niggas Jocular
Act Like You Popular
But You Ain't Got No Where
I'm At The At The Top
On The Peak Of The Pedestal
Put Your Engine In Reverse
What You Better Do
[Hook: M.A.L.C.]
Bass Bumping Like A Fucking
Trumpet In My Trunk
This That- This That
Type Of Shit That Be Boomin'
Straight From The Jump
If You- If You Hit My Line
Be Prepared To Say What You Want
I Be In The Cut Vybing
Feeling So Nonchalant
Bass Bumping Like A Fucking
Trumpet In My Trunk
This That- This That
Type Of Shit That Be Boomin'
Straight From The Jump
If You- If You Hit My Line
Be Prepared To Say What You Want
I Be In The Cut Vybing
Feeling So Nonchalant
[Verse 2: M.A.L.C.]
Big Booty Bianca, Be Slaying
And Come From Yonkers
And The Way It Look
In That Sun Dress
Gotta Ask Why She Taunting
When She Walking Down The Street
That Lul Baby Goin'
Cause Some Problems
You Know She'll Walk Up To Me
I'm Just Saying, Like To Be Honest
All I'm Chasing Is That Bag
I Gotta Go And Get Some Mo
Could Give A Fuck About My Swag
Could Give A Fuck About Yo Hoe
I, Swear To God
I Had That Shit Just Come And Go
Will I Remain A Lonely Prodigy
Only The Lord Knows