[Verse 1]
They say lil' Tris when you rap you be snappin
I really get to it don't do to much cappin
Fly like a bird hit yo bitch I be smacking it
Then I kick her out gotta go gotta pack it
Bro copped a new stick wit attachments
If he want smoke give 'em cancer lets match it
I was in the club with a bad bitch
She throwing ass you know I'm a catch it
Never been cocky I always been humble but on these lil' niggas I shitted
On the top of my shit like a fitted
You know that im wit it might flip it like gymnast
He diss on the net we gon' find where you at
Hop out of yo' chimney for Christmas
He say that he standing on business
Like boy you a bitch sat down as a witness
[Verse 2]
Thеse niggas slow and they going broke gеtting high just like Bobby and Whitney
Went from dreaming about hoppin in Bentleys
From pockets so empty to shopping at Fendi
Need racks to the ceiling
My bitch in her feelings
She steady keep saying I'm friendly
I don't give a fuck I hate being broke
So I gotta stack up these benjis
[Verse 3]
Real niggas know they gone feel me
Bank account I need it on a milli
Going to riches from rags
I'm a goat at this shit and I'm not talkin Billy
He a goofy lil nigga he silly (he a goofy)
Young Nigga got sauce like it's chili
I bring the beef and the steak to the plate for the cheese sum like a Philly
Snitches get stitches don't fuck with white bitches but got a snow bunny name Lily
I put on that drip I'm the shit with the fits dese niggas they not fucking wit me
My bitch she so fine call her pretty so she won't be acting sadity
Pop out with the fifty
Bro Glock got 2 titties, when he off a X he get litty (grrah)
They say lil' Tris when you rap you be snappin
I really get to it don't do to much cappin
Fly like a bird hit yo bitch I be smacking it
Then I kick her out gotta go gotta pack it
Bro copped a new stick wit attachments
If he want smoke give 'em cancer lets match it
I was in the club with a bad bitch
She throwing ass you know I'm a catch it
Never been cocky I always been humble but on these lil' niggas I shitted
On the top of my shit like a fitted
You know that im wit it might flip it like gymnast
He diss on the net we gon' find where you at
Hop out of yo' chimney for Christmas
He say that he standing on business
Like boy you a bitch sat down as a witness
[Verse 2]
Thеse niggas slow and they going broke gеtting high just like Bobby and Whitney
Went from dreaming about hoppin in Bentleys
From pockets so empty to shopping at Fendi
Need racks to the ceiling
My bitch in her feelings
She steady keep saying I'm friendly
I don't give a fuck I hate being broke
So I gotta stack up these benjis
[Verse 3]
Real niggas know they gone feel me
Bank account I need it on a milli
Going to riches from rags
I'm a goat at this shit and I'm not talkin Billy
He a goofy lil nigga he silly (he a goofy)
Young Nigga got sauce like it's chili
I bring the beef and the steak to the plate for the cheese sum like a Philly
Snitches get stitches don't fuck with white bitches but got a snow bunny name Lily
I put on that drip I'm the shit with the fits dese niggas they not fucking wit me
My bitch she so fine call her pretty so she won't be acting sadity
Pop out with the fifty
Bro Glock got 2 titties, when he off a X he get litty (grrah)
( Trxsto )
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