Thru Da Night by Trxppy Almighty Lyrics
"Grinding late nights
I'm just trying to get my tape right
Just bad bitches
I don't really got no type
Can't give my heart to no hoes
Don't cuff no bitch that you can't wife
You wasn't with me in them trenches
Trying to make it through the night
Came along way taking buses
Riding bikes
Fucked up summers
Losing homies back to back
We ain't have no pipes
But now my niggas strapped
You run up on me
Guaranteed you're getting clapped
Roll that shit up
Smoking niggas out the pack
Trapped out bandos
We was dipping through the back
Baby ruger got no kick
But that bitch pack a punch
Act crazy we gon t this bitch up
Turn up
Shooting like a motherfucking pack-a-punch
Deep strokes make her toes all crunchеd
Smoke weed by the bunch
I remеmber it was war
But I'd rather have peace for my people
We're united when we stand
Flipping ounces different strands
I don't really got friends because they're dead
Blue faces and a pistol with that bitch up in the head
Fucking on your shawty she got nut up in the bed
Knock the pussy out I got her playing in my dreads
Grinding late nights
I'm just trying to get my tape right
Just bad bitches
I don't really got no type
Can't give my heart to no hoes
Don't cuff no bitch that you can't wife
You wasn't with me in them trenches
Trying to make it through the night
I be swagging bitches love the way I drip
Fucked her too good now I know she finna trip
Cop it then I flip
G-code sticking to the script
Saucy like ragu I'm feeling like Michael
Jugging this shit bitch and Pablo my idol
You hustle I like it
Get money boy try it
Don't ask where I got it
I doubt you can buy it
Pull up in new shit it feel like we flying
Rubbing her thigh yea she feeling the vibe
Post with my niggas we look like a tribe
Last nigga ran up he didn't survive
Fuck with the fin ku nem chucking the five
Leech off of they OG these niggas ain't right
Rol up a wood when I need peace and quiet
Came along way we prevailed through the night"
I'm just trying to get my tape right
Just bad bitches
I don't really got no type
Can't give my heart to no hoes
Don't cuff no bitch that you can't wife
You wasn't with me in them trenches
Trying to make it through the night
Came along way taking buses
Riding bikes
Fucked up summers
Losing homies back to back
We ain't have no pipes
But now my niggas strapped
You run up on me
Guaranteed you're getting clapped
Roll that shit up
Smoking niggas out the pack
Trapped out bandos
We was dipping through the back
Baby ruger got no kick
But that bitch pack a punch
Act crazy we gon t this bitch up
Turn up
Shooting like a motherfucking pack-a-punch
Deep strokes make her toes all crunchеd
Smoke weed by the bunch
I remеmber it was war
But I'd rather have peace for my people
We're united when we stand
Flipping ounces different strands
I don't really got friends because they're dead
Blue faces and a pistol with that bitch up in the head
Fucking on your shawty she got nut up in the bed
Knock the pussy out I got her playing in my dreads
Grinding late nights
I'm just trying to get my tape right
Just bad bitches
I don't really got no type
Can't give my heart to no hoes
Don't cuff no bitch that you can't wife
You wasn't with me in them trenches
Trying to make it through the night
I be swagging bitches love the way I drip
Fucked her too good now I know she finna trip
Cop it then I flip
G-code sticking to the script
Saucy like ragu I'm feeling like Michael
Jugging this shit bitch and Pablo my idol
You hustle I like it
Get money boy try it
Don't ask where I got it
I doubt you can buy it
Pull up in new shit it feel like we flying
Rubbing her thigh yea she feeling the vibe
Post with my niggas we look like a tribe
Last nigga ran up he didn't survive
Fuck with the fin ku nem chucking the five
Leech off of they OG these niggas ain't right
Rol up a wood when I need peace and quiet
Came along way we prevailed through the night"