I Wanna

I just told that bitch to give me head make it intelligent
Trelly slanging bitches walking round with twenty felonies
This stick on me gone pop it watch how Trelly hit his skeleton

Droppin shit like Nike when i shoot you know I'm checking shit
Got twenty bitches waiting in the lobby just for Trelly dick
Forty on me make em Ricky Bobby not no dancing shit

My diamonds shining he wear Abercrombie we gone bring the fitch
It's Trelly bitch that black X6 designer where the pandas at
It's tit for tat

My white bitch came today it's giving baby fat she paid for that
That block we spent today they can't get payment back
Aye you was claiming that you slang that dope today but you ain't slanging that
My choppa black they came to Trell today like what you singing

This that latest
This that greatest
Black Mercedes
Fuck you pay me
Flip a baby
On the pavement
On the daily
Selling gravy

This that Trelly entertainment
Walk em down for some payment
On the ground now he praying
Lord forgive me choppa singing

This that shit they talkin Dante Ellis imma bring it back
At the Marriott i told her throw it like a quarterback
They say that block was hot i brought some motion bring dat corner back
Trelly still be active bitches ask me when I'm comin back

Man all these bitches be tripping bra Blasé blasé yadda yadda yadda bitch
If i pull up at 1 o'clock in the morning bitch you already know what's goin on
If i gotta tell you something imma hit you with this

Bitch jus bend it over back it up i wanna see you bust
Fucking with a rubber if i nut go head and lick it up

I say bitch let's be realistic when i leave i might forget yo number
Cause i got twenty bitches waitin fo dick up in my sprinter bus

I got the shit that you want
Watch out this drake i can make dis bitch walk
She thought i was bae what the fuck this bitch thought
Go to the lake jus to bust out her jaw

They say Trell the realest nigga on this city
I'm up in this droptop she droptop her tittes
I say Nigga you get knocked out you cop out bought bitches
I say imma pull this glock out and pop bout ten niggas

I got robbers
I got sticks
I got choppas
I got blicks
I got niggas dat'll crash bout a motherfucking lick

I got stoves
I got tops
I got switches
I got mops
I got five different bitches every one'll get ya knocked

This a play
This a stunt
Everybody smokin runt
If a Nigga run up on you cock it back let it dump

Where ya mask
Where ya gun
Boy ya better keep ya one
If a Nigga jump out on ya you don't shoot boy ya done

Niggas Kno bout me man
706 baby real Augusta baby
You feel me
Trelly



Credits
Writer(s): Cartrell Garnett
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