Hate Tris

Ay, Celo this shit crazy

Yeah you turnt PJ

Yeah my bitch keep tripping
She got left yeah
I got em destined for the perc
Hit yo best step
He keep asking for the feature
He got left read
I got money in my jeans
Ain't no rap cap
I don't need to smoke no weed
I can't max that
I got Lanvins on my feet
You can't max this
Chase a nigga with a shotty
Hit a backflip
She ain't want me
Hit her friend
Bro I'm not shit

All these blues in my
Pocket but I'm not Crip
Finna run up in this house
Bitch I'm a lock smith
I be sipping Morton Grove
I don't like tris
He keep on talking on the net
Bitch I don't like them
Said she really want to fuck
But I don't like her
Okay he said niggas bitches?
Hit the right nerve
And I don't know how to vent but I might learn
And I done watched niggas blow
Bro Now it's my turn

And I'm a billionaire nigga throwing Bs
With it
She sucking dick but she dance with her
Knees with it
I need a million I need money
I don't need niggas
I love sex I be lying if I don't need bitches
I love lean but my nigga he a fein
With it
As I'm rapping off a perc
I cannot Blink nigga
Russian chopper up on my side
Fuck yo reach nigga
And I lost hell of friends
Bitch I think different



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Writer(s): Keshawn King
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