Pull up with no roof
And my Glock it got a drum
I'm busting at you pussies till that mother f*cker done
I always keep it real in the great state of Texas
Ima hold it down deuce dimes what I'm repping
Young boy I keep it reckless
That 30 keep it present
Keep on making money so you know I keep on flexing
Your bitch she send me texts
Them pussy pics perfection
Riding in the slab
30 thousand for the necklace
I got my white kicks on
I'm a motherf*cking boss
You ask me bout my fit boy you can't spend the cost
Bitch I'm riding with a pistol dirty shit I break the law
Hollows in the drum breaking thru the f*cking walls
Man I'm counting up these bands like I'm working for the bank
She ask if she can stay the night I'm like no bitch you can't
My dick be like my Glock we ain't ever shooting blanks
Riding in the rover like we riding in a tank
Young ass boy but I'm flossing
Diamonds looking wetter than a faucet
Only got designer in my closet
Bitch I'm so sick I needa vomit
You checking tags I don't even check the price
You barley can afford it but I'll buy that shit twice
I'll buy it three times just to flex up on your life
Bitch I'm so blessed like my name was Trill Christ
TrillDeal on his shit again
Flexing like a muscle man
Bitch I keep a tooly I ain't talking no construction man
Smoking on Afghanistan
TrillDeal be a business man
Met her here in Texas but I f*cked the bitch in Amsterdam
Y'all can't keep it real for a minute
I don't take no Ls boy Im only learning lessons
This smith and Wesson leave you second guessing
Body on the floor and your soul sent to heaven
Pull up with no roof
And my Glock it got a drum
I'm busting at you pussies till that mother f*cker done
I always keep it real in the great state of Texas
Ima hold it down deuce dimes what I'm repping
Young boy I keep it reckless
That 30 keep it present
Keep on making money so you know I keep on flexing
Your bitch she send me texts
Them pussy pics perfection
Riding in the slab
30 thousand for the necklace
Trilldeal - Flexus Lyrics
Trilldeal - Flexus Lyrics
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Pull up with no roof
And my Glock it got a drum
I'm busting at you pussies till that mother f*cker done
I always keep it real in the great state of Texas
Ima hold it down deuce dimes what I'm repping
Young boy I keep it reckless
That 30 keep it present
Keep on making money so you know I keep on flexing
Your bitch she send me texts
Them pussy pics perfection
Riding in the slab
30 thousand for the necklace
I got my white kicks on
I'm a motherf*cking boss
You ask me bout my fit boy you can't spend the cost
Bitch I'm riding with a pistol dirty shit I break the law
Hollows in the drum breaking thru the f*cking walls
Man I'm counting up these bands like I'm working for the bank
She ask if she can stay the night I'm like no bitch you can't
My dick be like my Glock we ain't ever shooting blanks
Riding in the rover like we riding in a tank
Young ass boy but I'm flossing
Diamonds looking wetter than a faucet
Only got designer in my closet
Bitch I'm so sick I needa vomit
You checking tags I don't even check the price
You barley can afford it but I'll buy that shit twice
I'll buy it three times just to flex up on your life
Bitch I'm so blessed like my name was Trill Christ
TrillDeal on his shit again
Flexing like a muscle man
Bitch I keep a tooly I ain't talking no construction man
Smoking on Afghanistan
TrillDeal be a business man
Met her here in Texas but I f*cked the bitch in Amsterdam
Y'all can't keep it real for a minute
I don't take no Ls boy Im only learning lessons
This smith and Wesson leave you second guessing
Body on the floor and your soul sent to heaven
Pull up with no roof
And my Glock it got a drum
I'm busting at you pussies till that mother f*cker done
I always keep it real in the great state of Texas
Ima hold it down deuce dimes what I'm repping
Young boy I keep it reckless
That 30 keep it present
Keep on making money so you know I keep on flexing
Your bitch she send me texts
Them pussy pics perfection
Riding in the slab
30 thousand for the necklace
And my Glock it got a drum
I'm busting at you pussies till that mother f*cker done
I always keep it real in the great state of Texas
Ima hold it down deuce dimes what I'm repping
Young boy I keep it reckless
That 30 keep it present
Keep on making money so you know I keep on flexing
Your bitch she send me texts
Them pussy pics perfection
Riding in the slab
30 thousand for the necklace
I got my white kicks on
I'm a motherf*cking boss
You ask me bout my fit boy you can't spend the cost
Bitch I'm riding with a pistol dirty shit I break the law
Hollows in the drum breaking thru the f*cking walls
Man I'm counting up these bands like I'm working for the bank
She ask if she can stay the night I'm like no bitch you can't
My dick be like my Glock we ain't ever shooting blanks
Riding in the rover like we riding in a tank
Young ass boy but I'm flossing
Diamonds looking wetter than a faucet
Only got designer in my closet
Bitch I'm so sick I needa vomit
You checking tags I don't even check the price
You barley can afford it but I'll buy that shit twice
I'll buy it three times just to flex up on your life
Bitch I'm so blessed like my name was Trill Christ
TrillDeal on his shit again
Flexing like a muscle man
Bitch I keep a tooly I ain't talking no construction man
Smoking on Afghanistan
TrillDeal be a business man
Met her here in Texas but I f*cked the bitch in Amsterdam
Y'all can't keep it real for a minute
I don't take no Ls boy Im only learning lessons
This smith and Wesson leave you second guessing
Body on the floor and your soul sent to heaven
Pull up with no roof
And my Glock it got a drum
I'm busting at you pussies till that mother f*cker done
I always keep it real in the great state of Texas
Ima hold it down deuce dimes what I'm repping
Young boy I keep it reckless
That 30 keep it present
Keep on making money so you know I keep on flexing
Your bitch she send me texts
Them pussy pics perfection
Riding in the slab
30 thousand for the necklace
Writer: Isaac Rodriguez
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