Bitch this ain't 2018
We ain't popping no mother f*cking Xans
If you got a Glock in your pocket bitch pull that bitch out and shake up your mans
I got a stack in my pants, I hit the G-lock dance
She wanna talk, wanna dance, I'mma stiff hand, go f*ck on my man
I make it rain where the ponchos
On God I'm having them hunchos
Getting a lil tired of the south take me to New York I'll f*ck up the borough
Look, the sun coming out I'mma make it rain won't wait on tomorrow
Niggas screaming f*ck the cops, they need to free my man, he ain't show no sorrow
Yo bitch Wanna take a pic, Randy Moss'n
Knock a nigga out, wok inside me, Ronda Rousey
If he can't get them G-locks in, he not really bossin
All white ones match a nigga teeth really flossin
And he say he from the six, we don't know your name
I got matching glocks one for my bitch, we got matching aim
Make them bullets mold a nigga mitt, like I'm Johnny dang
Rob his ass and strip him like a bitch, won't even take a thing
Bitch thats petty change
You know it's Trissy baby, 1500 gang
Make them niggas say my name
2, second life nigga, 2
Trissavy - 2018 Lyrics
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Bitch this ain't 2018
We ain't popping no mother f*cking Xans
If you got a Glock in your pocket bitch pull that bitch out and shake up your mans
I got a stack in my pants, I hit the G-lock dance
She wanna talk, wanna dance, I'mma stiff hand, go f*ck on my man
I make it rain where the ponchos
On God I'm having them hunchos
Getting a lil tired of the south take me to New York I'll f*ck up the borough
Look, the sun coming out I'mma make it rain won't wait on tomorrow
Niggas screaming f*ck the cops, they need to free my man, he ain't show no sorrow
Yo bitch Wanna take a pic, Randy Moss'n
Knock a nigga out, wok inside me, Ronda Rousey
If he can't get them G-locks in, he not really bossin
All white ones match a nigga teeth really flossin
And he say he from the six, we don't know your name
I got matching glocks one for my bitch, we got matching aim
Make them bullets mold a nigga mitt, like I'm Johnny dang
Rob his ass and strip him like a bitch, won't even take a thing
Bitch thats petty change
You know it's Trissy baby, 1500 gang
Make them niggas say my name
2, second life nigga, 2
We ain't popping no mother f*cking Xans
If you got a Glock in your pocket bitch pull that bitch out and shake up your mans
I got a stack in my pants, I hit the G-lock dance
She wanna talk, wanna dance, I'mma stiff hand, go f*ck on my man
I make it rain where the ponchos
On God I'm having them hunchos
Getting a lil tired of the south take me to New York I'll f*ck up the borough
Look, the sun coming out I'mma make it rain won't wait on tomorrow
Niggas screaming f*ck the cops, they need to free my man, he ain't show no sorrow
Yo bitch Wanna take a pic, Randy Moss'n
Knock a nigga out, wok inside me, Ronda Rousey
If he can't get them G-locks in, he not really bossin
All white ones match a nigga teeth really flossin
And he say he from the six, we don't know your name
I got matching glocks one for my bitch, we got matching aim
Make them bullets mold a nigga mitt, like I'm Johnny dang
Rob his ass and strip him like a bitch, won't even take a thing
Bitch thats petty change
You know it's Trissy baby, 1500 gang
Make them niggas say my name
2, second life nigga, 2
Writer: Najee Logan
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