2 Lines of Tris

Lyrics

[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI] Ayy, shoutout Jack for this beat too, man Yeah, yeah [In L.A., I make it yeah?] [Um, big drum, um?] [Keep you as my witness?] We brought the Westside to the West Coast Westside shit, ayy [Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI] I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix And I bet two hundred on a shot that I don't miss Why my phone'll fill of texts with bitches I don't miss? Had to leave her 'lone and she been mad 'cause I don't kiss [Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI] Stop tryna ride my wave, niggas lame, they don't get paid You went out of your way for that bitch, she said she gay I got diamonds sittin' across my neck, don't need no light to glist Tryna find me up somewhere, countin' the money with your bitch She suck me too good, she tryna makе sure I don't leave Lil' boy thought hе was smokin' that gas until he found the seed Lil' bitch, I go by M-O-B Some of my clothes be Japanese She wanna fuck me, I can see Gave her a job like her name Steve [Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI] I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix And I bet two hundred on a shot that I don't miss Why my phone'll fill of texts with bitches I don't miss? Had to leave her 'lone and she been mad 'cause I don't kiss [Verse 2: 10cellphones] Baby, I just wanna fuck, I'ma mark you, I'm a lease You been suckin' dick and no, I do not wanna kiss I payed attention to these hatin' ass hoes, it made me sick I been busy runnin' up a bag, yeah, they talkin' shit Cash out at Neiman Marcus, yeah, you know I got it in That nigga down bad, he need a Vicodin (Vicodin) I'm on the West coast, I might pull up, big body Benz (Big body) Niggas lookin' from the outside, we can't invite 'em in (No, no) [Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI] I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix And I bet two hundred on a shot that I don't miss Why my phone'll fill of texts with bitches I don't miss? Had to leave her 'lone and she been mad 'cause I don't kiss