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The title refers to the Trench Coat Mafia, an informal group of friends within Columbine High School, where in 1999 senior students Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold killed 13 people. Harris and Klebold had initially been thought to be members of the group, but later such characterizations were consider...
[Chorus: 196 Clique & BONES]
Hollow tip please don't trip (What?)
Hollow tip please don't trip (What?)
Bitch boys come and get you some (Yeah)
Bitch boys come and get you some (SESH)
Hollow tip please don't trip (Yeah, yeah)
Hollow tip please don't trip (Yeah)
Bitch boys come and get you some
Bitch boys come and get you some (What? What? What? What?)
What?
[Verse 1: Black Kray]
Bitch go suckin niggas dick
Black long dick, Young trap dove shit
Yeah, Got a clip
Shooting [?]
[?]
Throw the money on the floor
Got the rhymes and the flow
Diamonds on the [?]
Had the pump stowed
Smoking blunts with yo ho
Nigga he know
[?]
Diamond etching in the clothes
With the iced up [?] smoking dough
[?]
Fifty hoes with me with they ass out
[?]
[Chorus: 196 Clique & BONES]
Hollow tip please don't trip
Hollow tip please don't trip
Bitch boys come and get you some
Bitch boys come and get you some (Yeah)
Hollow tip please don't trip (Nah)
Hollow tip please don't trip (No)
Bitch boys come and get you some (Yeah)
Bitch boys come and get you some (What?)
[Verse 2: BONES]
Girls wanna fuck so these boys act tough
Got a pump in the trunk if you trying to press your luck
If you looking for the high, bitch you know I got the drugs
If you looking for connections you looking at the plug
All black clothing, locked and I'm loaded
Black 12 gauge, Columbine when I'm boomin'
Trench Coat Mafia, poppin' but never stoppin' 'em
Robbin' and mobbin' hard see there's just no toppin' 'em
You go hard but fuck it I go harder
Trying to run up slick and quick I'ma rob ya
Skin like powder, bass getting louder
Looking for a legend you can bet that you found him
I'm in the graveyard, I'm drinking champagne
I'm ashin' hella blunts, diggin' up hella graves
Troubled young man, murder on his mind
Pipebomb in his backpack, end your fucking life like BOOM
TrenchcoatMafia was written by Sickboyrari & BONES.
TrenchcoatMafia was produced by Cold Hart.
BONES released TrenchcoatMafia on Fri Feb 01 2013.