(Ayo Poetics, bring the drums in)
[Verse 1: Trizz]
I'm riding in this 'Lac with two bitches in the back (yeaah)
Rolling up a blunt it's just me and Ouija Macc
We on your cap no cap we trippin' and riding strapped
This shit slap, so nod and bang your head to this track
This some different of money I love it this shit is lovely
These drugs make me laugh but none of this shit is funny
It get ugly like your bitch when she walk up tryna hug me
She all up in my face talkin' bout she wanna fuck me
I got hate all in my life but trust me these niggas love me
I'm selfish as a bitch I ain't putting nothing above me
Walk up in this bitch feeling like I hit the lottery
I gotta be the cleanest I'm dusting the dirt up off of me
If you ain't bout the shit you be talking then bitch don't talk to me
The money flashing all on your Instagram ain't alot to me
They say my name in vain but that shit ain't never got to me
You better run and hide if you ever took a shot at me
[Chorus: Ouija Macc & (Trizz)]
This a robbery pistol whip policy (policy)
Walking felony (ooh) Bill Bellamy (yuh)
This my destiny this shit gon' be the death of me (yeah)
Who ahead of me? Nobody can match my pedigree
Evil tendencies Trizzy off the Hennessy (sippin')
Moving goofy we gon' make yo ass a memory (yuuh)
This my destiny this shit gon' be the death of me (yeah)
Who ahead of me? Nobody can match my pedigree
[Verse 1: Trizz]
I'm riding in this 'Lac with two bitches in the back (yeaah)
Rolling up a blunt it's just me and Ouija Macc
We on your cap no cap we trippin' and riding strapped
This shit slap, so nod and bang your head to this track
This some different of money I love it this shit is lovely
These drugs make me laugh but none of this shit is funny
It get ugly like your bitch when she walk up tryna hug me
She all up in my face talkin' bout she wanna fuck me
I got hate all in my life but trust me these niggas love me
I'm selfish as a bitch I ain't putting nothing above me
Walk up in this bitch feeling like I hit the lottery
I gotta be the cleanest I'm dusting the dirt up off of me
If you ain't bout the shit you be talking then bitch don't talk to me
The money flashing all on your Instagram ain't alot to me
They say my name in vain but that shit ain't never got to me
You better run and hide if you ever took a shot at me
[Chorus: Ouija Macc & (Trizz)]
This a robbery pistol whip policy (policy)
Walking felony (ooh) Bill Bellamy (yuh)
This my destiny this shit gon' be the death of me (yeah)
Who ahead of me? Nobody can match my pedigree
Evil tendencies Trizzy off the Hennessy (sippin')
Moving goofy we gon' make yo ass a memory (yuuh)
This my destiny this shit gon' be the death of me (yeah)
Who ahead of me? Nobody can match my pedigree
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