Trill Talk

Lyrics

[Intro] Franky you a fool for this one man (You're a fucking fool) [Verse 1] Can't chop it up, I'm with cash buy I just got some old rims, the parking lot In-N-Out Can't fuck with rap niggas, they be on weird shit Automatic Glock 30, kill switch Show 'em that it's lethal Aim it at his people Few things I can teach you [?] Bitch I feel like Jordan Peele clips, like a regal My Mexican bought me extra seals, that's why he my people [Verse 2] .223 with a silencer, it don't make a sound I feel like a junkie in that Rolls Royce, 'cause I'm coming down [?] seen that nigga paperwork, he can't come around Hit his wok with the K, now it got a frown Got to smoke a blunt to this, 'cause this that trill shit I ain't signing bullshit paperwork, I need a mill ticket [Verse 3] I just downed a whole four, now I'm on trill shit She gon get a nigga four, 'cause she a trill bitch Bitch I'm sippin' ack in Texas, I feel like Fat Pat Tooth, I want my full of gold I feel like fat rat Another opp has seen his day, we smoke a blunt to that She ain't know what to say, met a real nigga full of fent Drank Baby toting baby K, I'm quite fond of that Chopper shoot like razor blades, but they got time to tack