TrayTrilla - Hate $ome More Lyrics

And we still got turkey bags full of gas ass weed
Shoebox filled with hunnids
Gotta stash that cheese
Took a pic had to post
Caption that's dad Steeze
There go that man & here come yo freak
I don't pop no Zans
But I smoke good trees
Gcode the plan was raised by OGs
Told me get you money young god
And stay low key
That's what Im gone Do
I told em it's on me
Like Nina fye off in my Hanes draws
It's street money worldwide
Nigga f*ck the laws
You got a pistol on yo person
But won't buss at all
Crossover dribble with these riddles
I was born to ball
I swear these niggas pussy paper
Better wipe it off
A killer cough but Ian sipping syrup
Roll a raw
It's trilla playas in my circle
Ain't no sqaures allowed
I played the hand I was dealt
On me I bet it all
A bad ass like I'm boosie watch me set it off
Yo Nigga steeze super dry
You can't get wet all
He number 2 like he lamelo ball
On my 2 feet lil bitch I'm standing tall
I'm getting paid ain't gotta play like I was John wall
If I was down on my face I couldn't call y'all
Nothing but plays everyday in my call log
Can give a f*ck what u say I'm a ball hog
Cause I remember days when I was lame like lil bow wow

We off the scene getting doughhh
Stacking it up in the smokeeee
We Gone Live Life We Sooo Throwed
All In They Face Hate Some More
We off the scene getting doughhh
Stacking it up in the smokeeee
We Gone Live Life We Sooo Throwed
All In They Face Hate Some More