Triller
Like that!
I had a funny feeling 'bout you niggas
When I get this kinda intuition I ain't never tripping
Syrup sipping got the cure but I'm still the illest
Man these bitches ain't never met anybody realer
When I'm sitting on a milli I will ease up on them really
Asking me 'bout how I did it mother fucker sit and listen
Swagger dripping triggers itching yeah we're gonna make a killing
Man these niggas never met anybody triller
Fake it til you make it is dead
So gotta get authentic
This ain't what they expected
What they planned for when they dissected
You're now selected so get infected
Learn to respond to us as directed
They objected now rejected
They refuse to get corrected hate deflected uh
This is our ambiance yeah
We are the champions
Reputation for intransigence
Self indulgence to the maximum
Go on now better call an ambulance
Resuscitation for the ravenous
None of this an accident
Philosophy is blasphemous my niggas savages uh
I spent all these days just dreaming
While they spent all of their days just fiending
In this position for a reason
I ain't leaving unless a mother fucker stop breathing
Issues deep seeded receded
You keen to face all of my inner demons
Confrontation to me is just relieving
Far from even fuck what you're perceiving uh
This is testimony do what you want with it
'cause bitch I know who I am
I could die tonight
I know there will be those who mother fucking understand
The lines to read between the truth is
Always transparent like mother fucking glass
The hate could never last
Only ignorance and mother fucking cash, what up
I had a funny feeling 'bout you niggas
When I get this kinda intuition I ain't never tripping
Syrup sipping got the cure but I'm still the illest
Man these bitches ain't never met anybody realer
When I'm sitting on a milli I will ease up on them really
Asking me 'bout how I did it mother fucker sit and listen
Swagger dripping triggers itching yeah we're gonna make a killing
Man these niggas never met anybody triller
They got eyes on mi gente
Fucking with mi mente
Grams en el puro siete
Roll up seven that's decente
Cash talk brr I'm fluente
Hah! But nobody entiende
So ask them 'bout me go on ask them 'bout me
They'll all say I'm demente
Come on press me test me
You don't wanna tempt me 'cause
I'm running on empty
Just praying that the lord bless me
I feast upon your envy while
Only smoking on the best weed
I thrive upon your jealousy so
Vex me stress me try and check me
Always staying motivated
Regardless who fucking hated
Tune into Satan so change the station
We sitting adjacent turning up the bass and
Watch me explaining the game in layman statements
Ya'll some fucking fakers (ya'll fuckin' fake!)
Straight up imitators faces on the pavement
Ya'll some snakeses just licking boots for paper ah
This is testimony do what you want with it
'cause bitch I know who I am
I could die tonight
I know there will be those who mother fucking understand
The lines to read between the truth is
Always transparent like mother fucking glass
The hate could never last
Only ignorance and mother fucking cash, what up
I had a funny feeling 'bout you niggas
When I get this kinda intuition I ain't never tripping
Syrup sipping got the cure but I'm still the illest
Man these bitches ain't never met anybody realer
When I'm sitting on a milli I will ease up on them really
Asking me 'bout how I did it mother fucker sit and listen
Swagger dripping triggers itching yeah we're gonna make a killing
Man these niggas never met anybody triller
I had a funny feeling 'bout you niggas
When I get this kinda intuition I ain't never tripping
Syrup sipping got the cure but I'm still the illest
Man these bitches ain't never met anybody realer
When I'm sitting on a milli I will ease up on them really
Asking me 'bout how I did it mother fucker sit and listen
Swagger dripping triggers itching yeah we're gonna make a killing
Man these niggas never met anybody triller
Fake it til you make it is dead
So gotta get authentic
This ain't what they expected
What they planned for when they dissected
You're now selected so get infected
Learn to respond to us as directed
They objected now rejected
They refuse to get corrected hate deflected uh
This is our ambiance yeah
We are the champions
Reputation for intransigence
Self indulgence to the maximum
Go on now better call an ambulance
Resuscitation for the ravenous
None of this an accident
Philosophy is blasphemous my niggas savages uh
I spent all these days just dreaming
While they spent all of their days just fiending
In this position for a reason
I ain't leaving unless a mother fucker stop breathing
Issues deep seeded receded
You keen to face all of my inner demons
Confrontation to me is just relieving
Far from even fuck what you're perceiving uh
This is testimony do what you want with it
'cause bitch I know who I am
I could die tonight
I know there will be those who mother fucking understand
The lines to read between the truth is
Always transparent like mother fucking glass
The hate could never last
Only ignorance and mother fucking cash, what up
I had a funny feeling 'bout you niggas
When I get this kinda intuition I ain't never tripping
Syrup sipping got the cure but I'm still the illest
Man these bitches ain't never met anybody realer
When I'm sitting on a milli I will ease up on them really
Asking me 'bout how I did it mother fucker sit and listen
Swagger dripping triggers itching yeah we're gonna make a killing
Man these niggas never met anybody triller
They got eyes on mi gente
Fucking with mi mente
Grams en el puro siete
Roll up seven that's decente
Cash talk brr I'm fluente
Hah! But nobody entiende
So ask them 'bout me go on ask them 'bout me
They'll all say I'm demente
Come on press me test me
You don't wanna tempt me 'cause
I'm running on empty
Just praying that the lord bless me
I feast upon your envy while
Only smoking on the best weed
I thrive upon your jealousy so
Vex me stress me try and check me
Always staying motivated
Regardless who fucking hated
Tune into Satan so change the station
We sitting adjacent turning up the bass and
Watch me explaining the game in layman statements
Ya'll some fucking fakers (ya'll fuckin' fake!)
Straight up imitators faces on the pavement
Ya'll some snakeses just licking boots for paper ah
This is testimony do what you want with it
'cause bitch I know who I am
I could die tonight
I know there will be those who mother fucking understand
The lines to read between the truth is
Always transparent like mother fucking glass
The hate could never last
Only ignorance and mother fucking cash, what up
I had a funny feeling 'bout you niggas
When I get this kinda intuition I ain't never tripping
Syrup sipping got the cure but I'm still the illest
Man these bitches ain't never met anybody realer
When I'm sitting on a milli I will ease up on them really
Asking me 'bout how I did it mother fucker sit and listen
Swagger dripping triggers itching yeah we're gonna make a killing
Man these niggas never met anybody triller
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Writer(s): David Ricardo Pendred
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