Section Boyz - Trophy lyrics

[Hook] Dem man know we get bread Dem gyal know that we boasy Dat Gyal's way to peng Bro said that one's a trophy I love getting face from face Coz I send dem gyal emoji's And if she's deader than me Dat, dat Gyal can't know me Dat, dat Gyal can't know me Dat, dat Gyal can't know me Probably had a skeng on me Coz the boys in the other side know me (Verse 1) - Sleeks I be on the grind Dese n***as act so neeky' Dem man don't want bread They just want apps and retweets Running from feds 9 and Z's Pressing on the gas So speedy I break law for a cause Get cash, money like Weezy' Get a pack and I'm knee deep In this weed that I splashed on with Deepee In the streets, n***as know they can see me Get a 4,5,6 gone real easy I hate Gyal that are moany But I love big backs, that's meaty This Gyal looking all trophy Imma hold her up like a nose bleed (Verse 2) - Deepee Dem Gyal, Gross Dem Man, Know I was stepping round in the town For their Rollies I was on the cruddest mug Me and Coddee That's TY, T-Brown, T-Smokey We been right, Been down, Been Ghostly In the night manna cook beef and poultry Badder than nuff man, man know me I beg man touch one of my homies And she never lock bro Smokey Dem gyal never can know me A man come round with that smokey Manaman tan'a'man's tony Manna act, Manna act way to boastly A man make a man go sleep Get a man robbed off a O.Z Coz nuff man wanna turn nozy [Hook] (Verse 3) - Knine Who's all these faces, man Everyone's too nozy None of them n***as can't know me What can a dead gyal wanna show me Like Brownskin, that's a trophy Hit it from the back She's moaning Smoking so much Ammee Feel like I'm gonna O.D Probably got that thing on me Public yo, lonely Tryna get the work to a next ends But the fed gon' keep patrolling How can rapping be dead Watch me wrap up these O.Z's Say you got rocks in your bezel Take that spin off on a renal (Verse 4) - Littlez She deserves a trophy Peng ting looking like a champion Bad b**h with a big round back Come round let me give that a spanking All I do is ring traps That bread go hard all day Gotta get them pounds in And that, that Gyal can't know me Nah, she ain't in my ranking Putting in work Coz the grind don't stop I came from the bottom Tryna climb to the top Making them sells Man setting up shot Gyal setting up n***as So I trust them not Why you keep tryna act like your Suttin your not? Swear down, nah n***as ain't boasy Everyday I shake hands with the Queen in the trap With the Harry and Charlie [Hook] (Verse 5) - Swift Hopped in with Bogies Looking Pinnochy What's that smokey He's got a pokey She's looking all trophy Yeah, amneese looking all homie Come outside why you looking at the homies They just on dial for bro for the smokey When their lines dead There's no bread I don't wanna know me Got a peng ting from the hill Get the weed then roll it She just tryna get me k**ed I just wanna poke it We did movies like films Crimewatch didn't show it (Verse 6) - Reeko Now I gotta ear this cat I ain't got dots till the evening Paid in full I'm Reeko I think she's Puerto Rican Who's this fool preeing Acting like I can't see them And them man know we get bread Dem gyal know we can't see em' Are you rasta with your dread? f**ing with feds That's pork that your eating I only came for a head I don't know why you thought that we're beating n***as just, n***as just roll with guns Ain't tryna R.I.P em' And if you're talking bout Mum's 21 Seconds, that's Soza the remix Outro Dem man know we get bread Dem gyal know that we boasy Dat Gyal's way to peng Bro said that one's a trophy I love getting face from face Coz I send dem gyal emoji's And if she's deader than me Dat, dat Gyal can't know me Dat, dat Gyal can't know me Dat, dat Gyal can't know me Probably had a sken on me Coz the boys in the other side know me