Tris ft. prod.saintgabriel Lyrics

Had to stop sippin' but brody still tris

Brody still wock, he walk with a limp

Clean denna bitch, I be poppin' out trim

Droppin' dat cash, I ain't leavin' no trail

I'm just waitin' for the mail

After I get that, I need me a scale

I'm just waitin' for a boat

After that, nigga, I need me a sail

Drop dat cash in my hand lil' nigga

We don't do cashapp

We don't do no zelle

They ain't on shi

Half of these niggas be actin' just like Denzel

Niggas be fakin' and shit

Walkin' around like we can't tell

I'm on the road, bae we can't chill

I can make time, but I ain't makin' no deal

I'm sorry if that shit be hurtin' your feels

But I'ma do it again tomorrow, you know the drill

Brudda still trissin and trissin and trissin

Getting so high dat his thoughts start gettin' distant

He get so high, finna break out da system

In love with that drank, yea that cup what he kissin

Had to stop sippin' but brody still tris

Brody still wock, he walk with a limp

Clean denna bitch, I be poppin' out trim

Droppin' dat cash, I ain't leavin' no trail

I'm just waitin' for the mail

After I get that, I need me a scale

After that nigga, I need me a scale

And I'm movin' dem bags, and this shit cannot fail

Sippin' dat Wock and that tris, and I'm mixin' it up

In the cup until niggas can't tell

Take you a sip out that cup

And then see how you niggas gon' feel

Crackin' the seal

Do what I did, and then see how you feel

Yeah, nigga, I'm talkin' for real

I ain't just talkin' for shit

We know who really lit

That nigga ain't real, he just talkin' for kicks

My nigga pop out, he be hittin' them licks

I really handle my shit

I really handle my shit

But brody still sippin' that shh

His cup still filled with that shh

Had to stop sippin' but brody still tris

Brody still wock, he walk with a limp

Clean denna bitch, I be poppin' out trim

Droppin' dat cash, I ain't leavin' no trail

I'm just waitin' for the mail

After I get that, I need me a scale

Had to stop sippin' but brody still tris

Brody still wock, he walk with a limp

Clean denna bitch, I be poppin' out trim

Droppin' dat cash, I ain't leavin' no trail

I'm just waitin' for the mail

After I get that, I need me a scale