Baddie - Trinder

Ayy shout out Deezy

My brother ayyyy

I need a baddie

(Verse 1: Trinder)

Girls names Daisy cute like a flower

Shawty feen for that shower

Water bill high because I last for an hour

Stacking my bands high like a tower

Peter Sidle birthday hattrick girl bend

It back like its gymnastics

Stretch that pussy out like elastics

Booty so fat I call that shit plastic AHHH

(Verse 2: Trinder)

I swerve in the wip I do the dash

I’m making bands I’m getting that cash

I be doing tracks on tracks on tracks

Call me Usain I bolt like that

DEEZY and I gonna kill this track

No cap flexing on rap

Flexing on this flexing on that

By now you should know that Trinder loves rap

Mans wanna talk down getting that gwop

Now change his act he acting like fam now

See what I’ve done now

Writing these bars down

Girls wanna fuck I nut on her chin now

Pull up to my crib Imma shoot like Curry

Put that dogs body out like a durry

I ain’t playing games when i hop on this mic

Your bitch come over I fuck goodnight

Flexing my flow like a master

Running it up like Barack Obama

Wanna cause drama Pop him in the face and collect

His loot like a fortnight llama Rocking that Gucci

I’m rocking that Prada Nice fresh shoes

Black Balenciagas dog wanna talk shit

Gonna get slapped Don’t need a compass

To find him on the map

OPP boy keep on Snitching ill wip

That boy like Master Chef

Gordon Ramsey in the kitchen serving meals

Like me getting served these checks

Haters wanna talk but I don’t give a shit

They can catch my balls like smith in the slips

Remember my first saying never trust a bitch

(Chorus: Trinder)

I want a baddie who’s going to be by my side side

I want a baddie who’s loyal no lie lie

I want a baddie in the studio to vibe vibe

I want that baddie thick grabbing on her thigh ahh !

(Verse 3: DEEZY®400)

I’m fucking your bitch

Doing the dash

I’m fucking this fuck went out of fash

I blow backs on backs on backs

Now give me those racks cause I need a mansion

Me and Trinder killed this track

Can never go back because we got a passion

Flex on this flex on that

Got caught like fans Charlie and Manson

I’m taking your bitch to lunch

She want to go home I ask what’s happening

She said we can’t fuck in a cafe so we better say action

I don’t disagree

I go to your house and clusterfuck her back end

Uh oh somebody’s home

You come through the front

So I leave out the back end

I just hit a lick

I ain’t hit one in a bit

Got a 40 with a key

I intend with spraying with it

If you don’t like me suck a dick

I hope you intend on playing with it

It ain’t no Nintendo game and shit

Sick and tired of saying this shit

All you rappers sound the same

Don’t bite my focus because we on the way

None of the pain with no vacain

Now that lil white hoe give me this brain

I need a baddie bitch that’s gonna be by my side

I need a baddie bitch that’s gonna be my ride or die for honey

(Chorus: Trinder)

I want a baddie who’s going to be by my side side

I want a baddie who’s loyal no lie lie

I want a baddie in the studio to vibe vibe

I want that baddie thick grabbing on her thigh

(Outro: Trinder)

I’m Swervin the whip, I do the dash

I’m making bands I’m getting that cash

I’ll be doing tracks on tracks on tracks

Call me Usain I bolt like that

DEEZY and I gonna kill this track

No cap flexing on rap

Flexing on this flexing on that

By now you should know that Trinder does rap