rill

[Verse]
Yeah, wildin on the mother****in E-Way
We gon hit the north, find the trapout
I aint even tryna talk about it
Stop acting like you with it, you dont air out
I need some more bottles for these bitches
You peep how a young nigga finna play out
Run up your ho
He say he lit, finna boom at the store
We finna hit us some more
New Gucci
I need a baddie to suck on a nigga while I drop the top
Thats that new boujie
Five bands for a Birkin, no bitch, I dont work
Do whatever I want, I got new blue cheese
They gon do you on me, I got shooters with me
That hold a lot of weight, I need thick groupies
Hold up, bitch, dont make noise while you riding
I got the word that a nigga was plotting on
Who the **** goofy aint think we was sliding?
Bag your bitch on purpose
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
I aint trippin about no lil bitch, I want bands
Shorty gon **** em with the FN
Countin up all these bodies that drop in my hand
We gon handle the opp, tell em bring out his mans
Bring in more bitches, uh
I got racks in my pocket, I tell you Im ready to go, nigga
I dont think bout an opp
Swear a nigga gon drop
Gang be ready to pop, they gon go get you
She be easy, my bro bout to bag her
She beggin my guys to go buy her some more liquor
She do not give a **** about her nigga
Like a burner, she ready to blow nigga
Go far, said I want all the smoke
Iwant big war, finna get up a million vests
I dont think I could hide, then I might catch a body
Aint tryna get booked for shooting at his neck
We gon get it regardless, I put that on God
I got so many reasons I dont need to step
Skeeza
I remember they aint jack my speaker
I do not mix with nobody
Rent out a Bugatti
He probably dont like me, give that boy a feature
We gon run up behind him, aint checkin ya pockets
I just need to press him posting like a female
At the end of the day, you aint stacking no bread
Why the **** am I beefing with a little broke boy?
I be choking ya ho like a ho boy
Got a whole lotta racks, it get dope, boy
[Chorus ]
All that talk, finna dump at his face, new killer
**** what they talking bout
I got hundred bitches, I aint macking with no niggas
Forty bands up in the back on God
I aint lacking, bitch, on my dead got big triggers
Re-up, said the bitch tryna ****, can I meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, I dont need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter
Face, new killer
**** what they talking bout
I got hundred bitches, I aint macking with no niggas
Forty bands up in the back on God
I aint lacking, bitch, on my dead got big triggers
Re-up, said the bitch tryna ****, can I meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, I dont need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter