Fredo - Trash Lyrics

The game’s cool, but I just hate the way
I got them hatin’ on me in a major way
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
I came for pay, a lot of rappers really came to play
I made my bae get on her knees like she came to pray
Bought jets with them paper planes
Addin’ extra weight to ‘caine
It go straight through the middle of the bricks, they mix like [?]
No stripper, but I make it rain
Been focused from my days with them razorblades
My niggas fell asleep, you know I stayed awake

And I promissed this, my niggas really ride, so I ain’t gotta diss
If Melo gets up close, I bet my life that he ain’t gonna miss
Got two big chains on, that’s double platinum, like my song with MIST
But I think I had more gold on my wrist than songs I did
And I drop sticks on niggas, remember, when I used to borrow sticks
I drop bricks on niggas, remember, when I used to borrow bricks
Them niggas hatin’ ‘cah we’re rated, and they’re just funny in the street
The way they say my name for clout, I should get some money off their streams

And tell me, if I’m only rappin’, how I’m buyin’ shit with cash
I get violent real quickly , don’t get violent if I have
My diamonds shinin’ with no flash
You see us ridin’ with the mash
My young killers delete niggas and you won’t find them in the trash

I’ve been movin’ forward, I’ve been progressin’, them boys are movin’ back
And I’ve been droppin’ gooney straps, around here, it’s booby trap
These days, I’m sellin’ Jordans quicker than I’m movin’ crack
But still got crack, go hit my niggas up if you wan’t scooby snacks
Ax the mandem, how I used to serve and go on movin’ traps
Pull up on me, I cook it right in front of you, like food and vebs

You could never be a boss (never), ’cause it’s so hard to OG (so hard)
They feel they got the right talk a man, when they hardly know me
I got so much on my mind and my yards, like, I hardly go sleep
But I got so many yards and watches, I could strart my own street
And every watch that I rock, you boys hardly ever seen
Want fifty for the chocolate factory, and Charlie’s never been

They hear my songs and take a closer look, my life’s mad, could’ve wrote a book, but instead I wrote a hook, same time, I’m out there gettin’ coca cooked
Still trynna stop smokin’ and stop shotin’ to be a better man, but then I stop tryin’ ’cause I realise that I never can
It’s jeans and jackets, seven gram

I used to live but never plan
My niggas need a helpin’ hand, you know I’m here to help you fam’
But on tour I’m a selfish man
Three girls in my bedrom, and it’s only me, tonight fam’, I’m what you call a lonely G
I wonder why Billie didn’t take the .9 every time I go to sleep
I wonder why it’s controlin’ me, every time that I roll the weed

I wonder why Delma risked it over Ps and let his homie bleed
I wonder why out of everyone out here, the Lord had chosen me
But I don’t take it lightly
You need it and I got it, I just do it, like I’m makin’ Nike
All I see is niggas out here trynna make it like me
Guns that came from pikeys and naked lighties
And them diamons watches, and diamons chains that make them like me