Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trojan, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trojan |
| Bands all fill my pockets, bitch I’m stuck in my glory |
| Copped a Porsche Cayenne and then I stuck it on forges |
| Sipping all this drink like we just got it imported |
| Smoking on your rent and bitch I’m sipping your mortgage |
| What it is |
| Don’t play with me, play with your kids (aye) |
| Accelerate, my shit wiggle like a little fish |
| Let em hate, stop acting like a little bitch (aye) |
| The shit we tote play longer tape on Datpiff |
| Sosa, niggas hoes, give em ass shots |
| In the field posted on the bad block (aye) |
| In the spot, we got mad Glocks (aye) |
| Niggas softer than a mascot (aye) |
| Hit the lean than I snoozed off (aye) |
| Red beam your nose, call you Rudolph (aye) |
| Don’t make us push your cushion, you’re too soft (aye) |
| Your bitch got up on my stage and got boo’d off |
| You know you ain’t trapping hard as me lil nigga (aye) |
| You know I am who you wanna be lil nigga (aye) |
| I’m rolling hard up with my teeth lil nigga |
| Dirty-thirty clean shit up like beach lil nigga |
| Niggas out here faking (aye) |
| And I just want the cake bitch and |
| My daughter want a bracelet (aye) so I just got to face it (aye) |
| Roll up a blunt and then I don’t eat |
| That is for the moment |
| For the money, I’ll postpone it |
| We warriors, no trojan |
| My ice like police, it’ll freeze a nigga |
| Got me cole like Keisha, nigga |
| Now I’m colder than a pizza nigga |
| Fresher than a kid on Easter nigga |
| My bitch be mad I can’t reach her nigga |
| With a bitch more yellow than Lisa nigga |
| In the trap lil boy I’m your teacher |
| Then smoke a pound for no reason |
| Starring like she ain’t never seen a star |
| 700 horse, you ever seen this car |
| Fuck A’s and B’s, we wanted A’s and R’s |
| Never let a ride hoe paper dawg |
| Grand hustle, we on our paper trail |
| In lower Kane Leaving tire trails |
| Please don’t make us start burning shit cause we love how that fire smells |
| Glory boys they up to something |
| You already know we bumming |
| Checks keep coming, steady thumbing |
| My niggas ain’t for nothing |
| Tripping over designer, Im so clumsy |
| Going off the wall like Humpty Dumpty |
| They tryna give me life they gotta chase me |
| If you want me to show up you gotta pay me |
| Remember when I couldn’t even afford a Tracy |
| Now every fucking blunt be a Tray, see |
| Put the Glock in the middle your eyes and your McGrady |
| And after you go through them you gotta face me |
| Niggas out here faking |
| And I just want the cake bitch and |
| My daughter want a bracelet (aye) so I just got to face it (aye) |
| Roll up a blunt and then I don’t eat |
| That is for the moment |
| For the money I’ll postpone it |
| We warriors, no trojan (aye) |