Troll Patrol

Lyrics

[Intro] You know what I'm sayin'? We tryna, you know what I mean? We tryna shake thecityup, so thisshit gotta flow, you know whatI mean? Yeah, uh, look [Verse 1] One thousand grams on a chain (Bling-bling, bling-bling) My jeweler fuckin' over Johnny Dang It's revenge when I put it in they face Niggas wanna play, then we put 'em in they place Benz in the shop, so I gotta get another one All through the lot tryna see which one I want Get Ghazi on the phone, this gon' be big It's too late to turn back, boy, we deep in C-Bone, 4 say give 'em what they want Guess it's that time for mе to put on that show Big Clean, he started this shit (Way Gang) As for mе, I'm the heart of this shit Got a twin named Egypt and I named her on a prison phone I was in the spot cookin' dope with a pistol on me (Facts) Let that shit sink in This my truth, these is facts that I'm speakin' Movie star, 'cause life is a movie (It's a movie) Life's a bitch, but she bad and she bougie In the streets, I'ma rep, I'm a classic Fuck Roscoe's 'cause the shit got nasty (Ugh) Bartender, bring the whole bottle My bitch out the city, but she lookin' like a foreign model (Bad) Who Decides War with a sag on it Just got fresh and forgot to pop the tag on it (Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc) [Chorus] Too many niggas hatin' Too many niggas fakin' Too many niggas broke Too many niggas trollin' All I care about is digits and commas (Ching-ching) Pistols and violence (Boom, boom, boom) We into designer (Drip, drip, drip, drip) Flyin' in the city with models (Innerprize) [Verse 2] 'Fit check, gotta do a drip check Lookin' at the map, what city we gon' hit next? Runnin' up the bag, what car I'm gon' get next? It gotta have room, 'cause I like to have big sex If I gotta wear a rubber, I don't want it, I'm exclusive Tryna stick to one woman (I'm in love) Bing-bing in my bloodstream White Air Force 1s, I can't wear 'em if they ain't Supreme Yeah, right now, we in that mode Jeans, beanie by Parasuco (Uh-oh) I like girls with cornrows and lace fronts White toes, but fuck all that makeup Billion-dollar brain, hundred-thousand-dollar chain (Bling-bling, bling-bling) We get through hard times poppin' champagne At a Paris steakhouse on a stake-out See a model at the table, fly her straight to the house (Outtie) [Chorus] Too many niggas hatin' Too many niggas fakin' Too many niggas broke Too many niggas trollin' All I care about is digits and commas (Ching-ching) Pistols and violence (Boom, boom, boom) We into designer (Drip, drip, drip, drip) Flyin' in the city with models (Innerprize)