Dame Grease - Trina Moe lyrics

[Hook] Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe n***as about to blow Bouncin' straight out the door Here we go, here we go [Verse 1] Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight Only dogs eating is us, we snatch all plates Err, ERR! ERR! Get him, boy! Click, click, pop the leash, hit him, boy! n***as brag about waggin', we stop the tails X drop an album, n***as droppin' sales n***as can't f** with the dog, forget about it Money went up against the dog, read about it Man, listen, you cats better walk easy I'm on some positive sh**, but I still walk greasy Ain't nothing changed, still ain't sweet Stand on one block, but I own the whole street And on the whole street is dirty n***as with funny moves Leaving your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes Rest of them a** kissers is sensitive a** n***as Fourth album, and I still get in that a**, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2] It's Dark and Hell is Hot Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood; And Then There Was X Got n***as like, "What's next and then?" Hit 'em again, you cats ain't never gon' win I was here before most of y'all careers were born I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong Difference between right and wrong is me n***as talk sh**, but you can't MC We already know how much your watch is worth Talk about helping the hurt, saving the Church Why don't you brag about helping out where you come from? And give brothers a job that really want one? Gotta think about that sh** you said, you don't mean it I done listened to that sh** you said, but I done seen it Most of you cats is type funny But when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon' get type ugly [Hook] [Verse 3] Man, I'm already knowin', like y'all n***as is knowin' You can't f** with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin' Seeing is believing, and well, let's just see I ain't even gon' speak, one million the first week Aight, let's ask the streets: How many sold? What? Three n***as, three months to go gold? C'mon, esse, keep it real, holmes You f**in' with the dog, you already know This ain't nothing new, f** is you mad at? 15 million! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Rest a**ured, I'm best abroad You can test Billboard because the rest are frauds I got 18 years under my belt, rappin' Let me see, you was three, I was making it happen Next time we bump heads, don't be hard headed Show some motherf**in' respect, b**h, or you'll all get it [Hook]