Trizzy

We the ones that made the city hot and I put that on my pops
Why you always screaming get back but you still ain't spent that block
Make it make sense
250 grams vacuum sealed in the basement
Chloe gon' drink it out the bottle she don't chase shit

Bring that cash in
Cause trapping is my passion
Digi scale and baggies will make a nigga mad rich
All my diamonds flashing that's called a chain reaction
Add it then subtract it I'm all about my fractions

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Immmmm

Posted in the trizzy with my new blick it's a Glock
Plus a pool stick niggas mad cause I'm too lit, I'm hot

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Posted in the trizzy with my new blick it's a Glock
Plus a pool stick niggas mad cause I'm too lit, I'm hot

Once you let a broke nigga fuck you ain't worth shit
Cool nigga humble as can be but still will hurt shit
Last nigga tried to come outside he got his porch lit

Glllrrttt

Bitch I'm a force it I'm a real live gang member
Fentanyl and blenders
Don't fall victim to the system
Any nigga touch my bitch man I'ma kill him
Up the switch that button fill him like a impact I'ma drill him
Y'all niggas just like some bitches get drunk now you in your feelings

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Immmmmm

Posted in the trizzy with my new blick it's a Glock
Plus a pool stick niggas mad cause I'm too lit, I'm hot

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Immmmmm

Posted in the trizzy with my new blick it's a Glock
Plus a pool stick, niggas mad, cause I'm too lit, I'm hot



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Writer(s): Nathan Cash
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