Trilli Mckyla :
Pitifully boys out here and they wack
Talking on beats they thinking they rap
Killing nobody my nigga that’s cap
That shit stay underground that’s that
Calling me lightning check my statics
Baby am night wing i don’t do magic
Got my stick to these ho’s Am magic
(Yeah my stick to these Ho’s is a magnet)
Don’t move with the masses
Got that fire nigga I spit matches
Work on the music only catch is
You gon be alone better get that bag and
Get me some hoes better have no baggage
Get me feeling like me before I got this bandage
Back when I had no damagе
Hoes and toxins killing me my mindset
Upsеt that I ain’t got no Karats
Forgive my manners
Come from jungle There really no standards
Short but intellect tall like a tower
Realest of rappers they hiding they cowards
Heard they don’t like how it look shit is sour
Am only out for the money and power
Am not the.. the type for the flowers
I kill you now forget you in an hour
Am not your regular degula
Nigga my cellular blowing like never before
I had your chick in the back she was acting unconfident like she ain't blow it before
I never worry about I keep moving I step on that gas forget bout these hoes
Niggas idk calling me bro
Killing these foes I step on they throat
Pitifully boys out here and they wack
Talking on beats they thinking they rap
Killing nobody my nigga that’s cap
That shit stay underground that’s that
Calling me lightning check my statics
Baby am night wing i don’t do magic
Got my stick to these ho’s Am magic
(Yeah my stick to these Ho’s is a magnet)
Don’t move with the masses
Got that fire nigga I spit matches
Work on the music only catch is
You gon be alone better get that bag and
Get me some hoes better have no baggage
Get me feeling like me before I got this bandage
Back when I had no damagе
Hoes and toxins killing me my mindset
Upsеt that I ain’t got no Karats
Forgive my manners
Come from jungle There really no standards
Short but intellect tall like a tower
Realest of rappers they hiding they cowards
Heard they don’t like how it look shit is sour
Am only out for the money and power
Am not the.. the type for the flowers
I kill you now forget you in an hour
Am not your regular degula
Nigga my cellular blowing like never before
I had your chick in the back she was acting unconfident like she ain't blow it before
I never worry about I keep moving I step on that gas forget bout these hoes
Niggas idk calling me bro
Killing these foes I step on they throat
( Trilli_Mckyla )
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