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Trilla Flow
by J Trilla
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Smoking on sum gas yeah that shit got my lungs
Burning
I be coughing so damn loud that my mom think her son hurtin
Pack pharmaceutical, my flow prolly new to you
You'd think I'm catfishing
But this nigga really beautiful
And I ain't on no cocky shit
I'm chilling w my Papi niggas
Beans and rice it get me right
Sip Goya w the malty in it
Every time I hit the mall
I go in something popping wit it
Yeah got a good head on her shoulders
Got a noggin w it
That nigga Trilla man
That boy really obnoxious
She gimme the keys to her pad like imma locksmith
The only reason I fw her is cuz I like how she top shit,
White bitch, bms, watchin the office
Ion got no time to sit and watch sitcom
My mom said I'd be the shit
Now I'm the shit mom
Now I get bread, Anita that boy a baker
And We let them niggas talk, they some haters
And if you in my circle you prolly be touching paper
And if you fw my circle you prolly tagged w a laser
Trilla pullin up big dawg
Yk I made it
Pocket full of blues and greens, all different faces
Closet full of kicks, yeah all different laces
Tryna take a trip, to yeah all different places
Steady got a drip, yeah a different fragrance
Birkin boy, waitin, yeah that's a different patience
But I got y'all
I been waiting to drop dawg
Chillin w my my top bitch
She said I'm the top dawg
Punch a Nîgga in his shit
If he say that I'm not dawg
You can eat a fuckin dicc
You can suck on a
But back to it
Black music, trap music
Crack music
Yeah
That run a lap music
I know bitches that's catfishin
And act stupid
I know niggas that tried to scam
And would act clueless
I remember i used to whip round in rafs bullshit
Nowadays I'm riding round ina nice coupe bitch
2 Door, one for me
And one for my hoe
No key, push to start
You get in and go
2-3, That boy
All up inna zone
Go head, you can't stop him
When he in his mode
Trilla he be going all the time
Yeah I'm on the road
Get the ball and then throw I dime
That's a give and go
Every time that u hear me rhyme
They like Trilla dope
Get the green, yeah my pockets be on piccolo
You already know, that a nigga do what niggas don't
Steady speaking facts imma call this shit that Trilla flow
Smoking on sum gas yeah that shit got my lungs
Burning
I be coughing so damn loud that my mom think her son hurtin
Pack pharmaceutical, my flow prolly new to you
You'd think I'm catfishing
But this nigga really beautiful
And I ain't on no cocky shit
I'm chilling w my Papi niggas
Beans and rice it get me right
Sip Goya w the malty in it
Every time I hit the mall
I go in something popping wit it
Yeah got a good head on her shoulders
Got a noggin w it
That nigga Trilla man
That boy really obnoxious
She gimme the keys to her pad like imma locksmith
The only reason I fw her is cuz I like how she top shit,
White bitch, bms, watchin the office
Ion got no time to sit and watch sitcom
My mom said I'd be the shit
Now I'm the shit mom
Now I get bread, Anita that boy a baker
And We let them niggas talk, they some haters
And if you in my circle you prolly be touching paper
And if you fw my circle you prolly tagged w a laser
Trilla pullin up big dawg
Yk I made it
Pocket full of blues and greens, all different faces
Closet full of kicks, yeah all different laces
Tryna take a trip, to yeah all different places
Steady got a drip, yeah a different fragrance
Birkin boy, waitin, yeah that's a different patience
But I got y'all
I been waiting to drop dawg
Chillin w my my top bitch
She said I'm the top dawg
Punch a Nîgga in his shit
If he say that I'm not dawg
You can eat a fuckin dicc
You can suck on a
But back to it
Black music, trap music
Crack music
Yeah
That run a lap music
I know bitches that's catfishin
And act stupid
I know niggas that tried to scam
And would act clueless
I remember i used to whip round in rafs bullshit
Nowadays I'm riding round ina nice coupe bitch
2 Door, one for me
And one for my hoe
No key, push to start
You get in and go
2-3, That boy
All up inna zone
Go head, you can't stop him
When he in his mode
Trilla he be going all the time
Yeah I'm on the road
Get the ball and then throw I dime
That's a give and go
Every time that u hear me rhyme
They like Trilla dope
Get the green, yeah my pockets be on piccolo
You already know, that a nigga do what niggas don't
Steady speaking facts imma call this shit that Trilla flow
