Gustavo ft. Almighty Trill Lyrics

Trill in this bitch, it's a freezer, fucked your bitch, she a eater

Fuck a line, I'm the leader, you pouring lines, we pouring liters

How you ballin' from the bleachers

Talkin' money, I'm a teacher, still pay me for the features

I be ridin' with the Reapers, rockin' thousand dollar sneakers

Smokin' cookies from the valley, this new Gucci, not the Bally

Met a lick right in the alley, yeah, I pulled up in a chally

Niggas pockets looking childish and they bitches get the wildest

When I'm steppin' in a thousand, spend the sixty on some watches

Poured a four up in the pop and I just got back from the doctor

Paid lawyer, beat the case, I move like Ghost, I call him Procter

Got a bitch, she lookin' foxy, she was gone, off them Roxy's

Four forty-eight, yeah, I got it through the mail

And I'm servin' licks with no scale Too many blues, I can't sit in no cell

Can't trust a soul, cause that shit lead to L's

Niggas washed up, lil' pussy, get your guap up

Hit his top guns, cause he doin' too much talkin

If it ain't a dub or better, please don't call me

Normally wait, lil' nigga, yeah, you just caught on a faucet

Bally bags filled with plenty belts, I got options

Pass that bitch to bags, yeah, we call it Blue Dolphin

You barely seein' chicken, lil' nigga, heard you walkin

Push start whips, lil nigga, where your chicken

Heard you had brick fare, lil nigga, but you lost it

Gotta move cautious, the way that we ballin

Fuckin' different hoes, I got options

Take off like a rocket, lease a couple racks when I'm shoppin

If that bitch fit, I'ma cop it

I don't fuck around with that cop shit

Pop a lil' perk, now I'm cautious

Pop another perk, now I'm nauseous

I be rubbin' shoulders with the bosses

Watch the double crosses

Now I'm back when we done took too many losses

And I got power with this chop, it hit many man

223's and forty bullets slide out that minivan

Red and blue tips, go through whatever whip you in

Worrying about these bitches, lil' nigga, where your guap at

Bustin' off the Yerky, play around, you get shot at

Say he big boss, but got a boss, how you call that

Blowing up her phone, I picked it up like she gon' call back

Got her eatin' dick in a whip, ridin' with the mag

I got bitches tellin' me I'm it, this is not tag

Seein' green numbers like the Matrix, I can do the math

How you do me dirty, now I'm up and I got you mad

Yeah, that shit got you mad

Damn, I got big bags

Damn, bitch I got big cash