Lyrics Trophy - Section Boyz

Trophy

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 Niggas 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, Niggas 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
(Verse 3) — Knine
Who’s all these faces, man
Everyone’s too nozy
None of them niggas 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 Bitch 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 Niggas
So I trust them not
Why you keep tryna act like your
Suttin your not?
Swear down, nah Niggas ain’t boasy
Everyday I shake hands with the
Queen in the trap
With the Harry and Charlie
(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 killed
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?
Fucking 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
Niggas just, Niggas 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