Twano got the recipe
All this trappin
It's gon put me in a car
Imma star
Unprotected How I spit it
Bitch I'm raw
I can't fall
Give a f*ck
About the shit
You said you saw
F*ck the court
Im in the field
Yea you know
I'm tryna ball
I know some niggas
Wanna check me
Bitches wanna sex me
People tryna f*ck with my hands
Like a leftie
You know I go harder
Than the pills in a press be
You kno I be loaded
Like the clip in my gun be
Had to leave a shorty at her crib
She was musty
Got a lil thang from my hood
And she busty
Lips so smooth
Plus the ones by her bun B
Pussy gotta hold
Like a vice grip Scrunchie
Every day I wake
I'm tryna stack another dollar
And my nigga doin drops
You gotta major bank Then holla
I been in the trenches with my niggas flipping product
And I done watched my homie
Go from dirty vans To prada
Black on black Loubs
Like the phantom of the opera
Walk-in into Gucci store
Like ooo imma cop em
Everybody gotta hustle
I can't judge
Get ya profit
All white tee
Like a nigga move bricks
223 hollow tips in the stock
And I stay up in the trap
Like some cheese
In some grits
If a nigga move craazy
He can get his head split
I'm invested in this shit
I swear I could never quit
People steady trippin
Take a ride catch a Lyft
Imma super star
I'm juss waitin on a hit
And I done quit
Drinking lean
But I just might take a sip
Ima chemist with these bars
Call me Morty or rick
It be hard to f*ck
With people When they over involved
Ian tryna shit on niggas
Just stay outta my stall
They told me take what you can
Well bitch I'm takin it all
All this trappin
It's gon put me in a car
Imma star
Unprotected How I spit it
Bitch I'm raw
I can't fall
Give a f*ck
About the shit
You said you saw
F*ck the court
Im in the field
Yea you know
I'm tryna ball
Tryna Ball Video (MV)
Performed By: Full Trip
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: ANTHONY TOWNSEND JR, UNKNOWN UNKNOWN
Full Trip - Tryna Ball Lyrics
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English
Twano got the recipe
All this trappin
It's gon put me in a car
Imma star
Unprotected How I spit it
Bitch I'm raw
I can't fall
Give a f*ck
About the shit
You said you saw
F*ck the court
Im in the field
Yea you know
I'm tryna ball
I know some niggas
Wanna check me
Bitches wanna sex me
People tryna f*ck with my hands
Like a leftie
You know I go harder
Than the pills in a press be
You kno I be loaded
Like the clip in my gun be
Had to leave a shorty at her crib
She was musty
Got a lil thang from my hood
And she busty
Lips so smooth
Plus the ones by her bun B
Pussy gotta hold
Like a vice grip Scrunchie
Every day I wake
I'm tryna stack another dollar
And my nigga doin drops
You gotta major bank Then holla
I been in the trenches with my niggas flipping product
And I done watched my homie
Go from dirty vans To prada
Black on black Loubs
Like the phantom of the opera
Walk-in into Gucci store
Like ooo imma cop em
Everybody gotta hustle
I can't judge
Get ya profit
All white tee
Like a nigga move bricks
223 hollow tips in the stock
And I stay up in the trap
Like some cheese
In some grits
If a nigga move craazy
He can get his head split
I'm invested in this shit
I swear I could never quit
People steady trippin
Take a ride catch a Lyft
Imma super star
I'm juss waitin on a hit
And I done quit
Drinking lean
But I just might take a sip
Ima chemist with these bars
Call me Morty or rick
It be hard to f*ck
With people When they over involved
Ian tryna shit on niggas
Just stay outta my stall
They told me take what you can
Well bitch I'm takin it all
All this trappin
It's gon put me in a car
Imma star
Unprotected How I spit it
Bitch I'm raw
I can't fall
Give a f*ck
About the shit
You said you saw
F*ck the court
Im in the field
Yea you know
I'm tryna ball
All this trappin
It's gon put me in a car
Imma star
Unprotected How I spit it
Bitch I'm raw
I can't fall
Give a f*ck
About the shit
You said you saw
F*ck the court
Im in the field
Yea you know
I'm tryna ball
I know some niggas
Wanna check me
Bitches wanna sex me
People tryna f*ck with my hands
Like a leftie
You know I go harder
Than the pills in a press be
You kno I be loaded
Like the clip in my gun be
Had to leave a shorty at her crib
She was musty
Got a lil thang from my hood
And she busty
Lips so smooth
Plus the ones by her bun B
Pussy gotta hold
Like a vice grip Scrunchie
Every day I wake
I'm tryna stack another dollar
And my nigga doin drops
You gotta major bank Then holla
I been in the trenches with my niggas flipping product
And I done watched my homie
Go from dirty vans To prada
Black on black Loubs
Like the phantom of the opera
Walk-in into Gucci store
Like ooo imma cop em
Everybody gotta hustle
I can't judge
Get ya profit
All white tee
Like a nigga move bricks
223 hollow tips in the stock
And I stay up in the trap
Like some cheese
In some grits
If a nigga move craazy
He can get his head split
I'm invested in this shit
I swear I could never quit
People steady trippin
Take a ride catch a Lyft
Imma super star
I'm juss waitin on a hit
And I done quit
Drinking lean
But I just might take a sip
Ima chemist with these bars
Call me Morty or rick
It be hard to f*ck
With people When they over involved
Ian tryna shit on niggas
Just stay outta my stall
They told me take what you can
Well bitch I'm takin it all
All this trappin
It's gon put me in a car
Imma star
Unprotected How I spit it
Bitch I'm raw
I can't fall
Give a f*ck
About the shit
You said you saw
F*ck the court
Im in the field
Yea you know
I'm tryna ball
Writer: ANTHONY TOWNSEND JR, UNKNOWN UNKNOWN
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid