Trill Shit

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah yeah yeah (uh) It's Nolay (yo) [Verse 1] I am that bitch Hoe you ain't shit We driving around like it's 'Tokyo Drift' Lifting the doors, I made him lick on the clit on all fours I am more sicker than ever before I cannot stop for a breath or a pause Shit on the law, stick on Dior Bitches be hating and done up all four Mans it's a bore I know their bored and never abroad And hating on shit that they cannot afford Stuck in the bits and never on tour They be like bitch They be like whore I be like please hatе on me more Give mе a reason Give me a cause Nails on fleeky, look at the paws My contract bangs, look at the clause [Chorus] Ill bitch (illest illest) Trill shit (trillest trillest) Have a seat, you ain't got no skill bitch (yeah yeah) What's this? (Ew) That look like cubics (No no) Where I'm from we don't call that shit drip (Never never) Dumb bitch (Trillest), talking all that shit (What?) I keep my foot on their necks and my shoe won't leave a print (yeah) All that passa 'bout you'll pull up Go bitch pull up, we don't flinch (please) Ill bitch (yeah), trill shit [Verse 2] I get it done (I do), I go the distance (yeah) You don't like me, nah that's brilliant Your approval it can't make a million (never) If the shit don't pay it's irrelevant When you talk about me you stay relevant You're an ant don't move like an elephant You should focus more on your development I mean is this you in your element? Are you a boss or a fucking degenerate? I need to book me a flight to with Emirates I've been hustling and grinding back to back, that I don't even know what day it is I would tell you "Go and get the bag girl",(money) But do your even know what way it is? (Lost) I think you need some direction Don't watch me I ain't your reflection [Chorus] Ill bitch (illest illest) Trill shit (trillest trillest) Have a seat, you ain't got no skill bitch (yeah yeah) What's this? (Ew) That look like cubics (No no) Where I'm from we don't call that shit drip (Never never) Dumb bitch (Trillest), talking all that shit (What?) I keep my foot on their necks and my shoe won't leave a print (yeah) All that passa 'bout you'll pull up Go bitch pull up, we don't flinch (please) Ill bitch (yeah), trill shit