Qbobb - Trill Lyrics

This for all my n****s that still ride slab in the summertime
Just to keep the paint wet

Ask a bird whats the word
I rep that dirty third
N****s claim they trill but haven't been to the turf
I'm riding down San Jac, wood wheel on playback
Homie hit me phone tell me where the next play at
Addicted to that money thats habit I can't shake yet
Anything I spend guaranteed that I'ma make back
Don't stop at the red lights thats where the jackers play at
N****s taking lives knowing damn well they can't make back
And she f*cking for clout so nah I can't date that
Might hit a couple times but it won't be like what you make it
Say jack, let me remind you just where your place at
I'm eating at tables that y'all n****s ain't sat at
Delivery on fedex
Probably didn't catch that
Where you gone to kiss her that I ain't make a mess at
You flex I'ma flex back
Stop with all the riff raff and the chit chat
If you speak on my name dog just speak facts
Cause papa in a brand new bag
(Uh huh)
Ain't nothing changed n****s going out sad
(Uh huh)
You stunt too hard pockets got the white flag
(Uh huh)
Yo bitch mad you should probably get a bag
(Uh huh)
Cause

Ain't no n***a
Like a trill ass n***a
Cause the rest of y'all n****s ain't
Shit

When I step up on the scene I be looking like a kodak
Laughing at these n****s who really think that they pose threats
I ain't worried about nothing cause i got them all in cold sweats
Keep them on they toes for what's next
They be like
Big poppa pump why you always blowing skunk
Slow loud and banging all in trunk
Ops behind the scenes like they ready for the funk
But since I been in my bag I ain't flunked once
I tried to tell you dog I'm as real as they come
Keep it forever trill ain't no better feel
Brought a coco pack and rolled it in my swisher
I'm on the gram plotting on twin sisters
If they choosey me and my potna we flip them
Got them to the city now they addicted
Cause

Ain't no n***a
Like a trill ass n***a
Cause the rest of y'all n****s ain't
Shit