They want that trill Sh*t
Well this that F*ck how you feel bitch
We kill Sh*t drill Sh*t
Send a whole clip to yo grill bitch
They want that gutta Sh*t
Well this that kindnap yo brother Sh*t
That other Sh*t I love this Sh*t
Tie up yo mother quick
We don't F*ck around with F*ck around
All of my bullets they full of codeine quick to lay you down
All of this weight in my carry on that Sh*t'll weight you down
And my circle be having them number 1 hits my n*ggas they still wouldn't play around
My life a gym everyday I pull up with weight
Watch out for snake all these n*ggas they fake
N*ggas eat with you then try to take yo plate
Watch out for the company you Keep for it's too late
Try to take my Sh*t I take you out like a date
Smile in yo face but only wanna take yo place
It get real bitch pockets fat uncle Phil bitch
I gotta eat need a mill bitch... you salty I can feel it
They hate this... cause they bitches so basic
My bitch is lit gotta face it... ain't no puff pass just face it
I got yams on yams on yams
I got pans on pans on pans
I got grams on grams on grams F*ck I look like serving grams
I got bags on bags on bags I bet nun them bags is swag
I got cash on cash on cash and I'm lookin just like that
Gimmie the stick ima empty the clip...
Gimmie lip and I spray it till you wet as Sh*t
Can't stand me better sit
They say I dress mad look at the fit
Bitch I been up with no alarm clock
Shoulda looked thru the pro hole when the door knock
This a stick up nxgga don't get shot
Wanna see 2 hands up like it's 12 o'clock
Got you catchin these bullets like Julio
Bitch ima gangsta no coolio
When I sip on the lean make a movie slow
Fooli just got the load in from Rubio
Shxt stank like a nxgga who play yugeio
Hit after hit out the studio
Ben frank te amo dinero
Punto mi gusta dinero
They want that trill Sh*t
Well this that F*ck how you feel bitch
We kill Sh*t drill Sh*t
Send a whole clip to yo grill bitch
They want that gutta Sh*t
Well this that kindnap yo brother Sh*t
That other Sh*t I love this Sh*t
Tie up yo mother quick
We don't F*ck around with F*ck around
All of my bullets they full of codeine quick to lay you down
All of this weight in my carry on that Sh*t'll weight you down
And My circle be having them number 1 hits my n*ggas they still wouldn't play around
FasstBreak Mac - Trill Shit Lyrics
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They want that trill Sh*t
Well this that F*ck how you feel bitch
We kill Sh*t drill Sh*t
Send a whole clip to yo grill bitch
They want that gutta Sh*t
Well this that kindnap yo brother Sh*t
That other Sh*t I love this Sh*t
Tie up yo mother quick
We don't F*ck around with F*ck around
All of my bullets they full of codeine quick to lay you down
All of this weight in my carry on that Sh*t'll weight you down
And my circle be having them number 1 hits my n*ggas they still wouldn't play around
My life a gym everyday I pull up with weight
Watch out for snake all these n*ggas they fake
N*ggas eat with you then try to take yo plate
Watch out for the company you Keep for it's too late
Try to take my Sh*t I take you out like a date
Smile in yo face but only wanna take yo place
It get real bitch pockets fat uncle Phil bitch
I gotta eat need a mill bitch... you salty I can feel it
They hate this... cause they bitches so basic
My bitch is lit gotta face it... ain't no puff pass just face it
I got yams on yams on yams
I got pans on pans on pans
I got grams on grams on grams F*ck I look like serving grams
I got bags on bags on bags I bet nun them bags is swag
I got cash on cash on cash and I'm lookin just like that
Gimmie the stick ima empty the clip...
Gimmie lip and I spray it till you wet as Sh*t
Can't stand me better sit
They say I dress mad look at the fit
Bitch I been up with no alarm clock
Shoulda looked thru the pro hole when the door knock
This a stick up nxgga don't get shot
Wanna see 2 hands up like it's 12 o'clock
Got you catchin these bullets like Julio
Bitch ima gangsta no coolio
When I sip on the lean make a movie slow
Fooli just got the load in from Rubio
Shxt stank like a nxgga who play yugeio
Hit after hit out the studio
Ben frank te amo dinero
Punto mi gusta dinero
They want that trill Sh*t
Well this that F*ck how you feel bitch
We kill Sh*t drill Sh*t
Send a whole clip to yo grill bitch
They want that gutta Sh*t
Well this that kindnap yo brother Sh*t
That other Sh*t I love this Sh*t
Tie up yo mother quick
We don't F*ck around with F*ck around
All of my bullets they full of codeine quick to lay you down
All of this weight in my carry on that Sh*t'll weight you down
And My circle be having them number 1 hits my n*ggas they still wouldn't play around
Well this that F*ck how you feel bitch
We kill Sh*t drill Sh*t
Send a whole clip to yo grill bitch
They want that gutta Sh*t
Well this that kindnap yo brother Sh*t
That other Sh*t I love this Sh*t
Tie up yo mother quick
We don't F*ck around with F*ck around
All of my bullets they full of codeine quick to lay you down
All of this weight in my carry on that Sh*t'll weight you down
And my circle be having them number 1 hits my n*ggas they still wouldn't play around
My life a gym everyday I pull up with weight
Watch out for snake all these n*ggas they fake
N*ggas eat with you then try to take yo plate
Watch out for the company you Keep for it's too late
Try to take my Sh*t I take you out like a date
Smile in yo face but only wanna take yo place
It get real bitch pockets fat uncle Phil bitch
I gotta eat need a mill bitch... you salty I can feel it
They hate this... cause they bitches so basic
My bitch is lit gotta face it... ain't no puff pass just face it
I got yams on yams on yams
I got pans on pans on pans
I got grams on grams on grams F*ck I look like serving grams
I got bags on bags on bags I bet nun them bags is swag
I got cash on cash on cash and I'm lookin just like that
Gimmie the stick ima empty the clip...
Gimmie lip and I spray it till you wet as Sh*t
Can't stand me better sit
They say I dress mad look at the fit
Bitch I been up with no alarm clock
Shoulda looked thru the pro hole when the door knock
This a stick up nxgga don't get shot
Wanna see 2 hands up like it's 12 o'clock
Got you catchin these bullets like Julio
Bitch ima gangsta no coolio
When I sip on the lean make a movie slow
Fooli just got the load in from Rubio
Shxt stank like a nxgga who play yugeio
Hit after hit out the studio
Ben frank te amo dinero
Punto mi gusta dinero
They want that trill Sh*t
Well this that F*ck how you feel bitch
We kill Sh*t drill Sh*t
Send a whole clip to yo grill bitch
They want that gutta Sh*t
Well this that kindnap yo brother Sh*t
That other Sh*t I love this Sh*t
Tie up yo mother quick
We don't F*ck around with F*ck around
All of my bullets they full of codeine quick to lay you down
All of this weight in my carry on that Sh*t'll weight you down
And My circle be having them number 1 hits my n*ggas they still wouldn't play around
Writer: Godwin Uso
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid