TRILL IN PARIS Lyrics

(Paula, what the fuck is this?)

N-None my niggas is scared of that, pop out

Nigga pop up then he finna get popped down

Nigga stay tweaking, he finna kick rocks now

Hit up some vultures, I told 'em to flock out

I'm busting shots but he ain't finna bust back

Hitting that shit from the back, finna bust that

He steady bumming, he taking the bus back

Knocking out niggas, I know they gon' trust that

I might fly out to Paris to say I'm like Ye

My bitch like Beyoncé and I'm just like Jay

I'm really top tier with these hands everyday

Nigga put down the blick and just fight me, okay?

Fuck your dead homie, your bro in the grave

And your mans ain't the same

Tryna be like me, you riding my wave

You ain't in my lane, get the fuck out the way

I been rapping like this since the age of fourteen

He went against Paula, he ain't on the team

And shoutout Young Money, I'm tryna see green

Heard you popping them Percs, them niggas is feins

Feins, feins, do it like me

Tryna be like me but he ain't LP

Sniffing them slopes better put on them skis

Took a step back and you still can't compete

None my niggas is scared of that, pop out

Nigga pop up then he finna get popped down

Nigga stay tweaking, he finna kick rocks now

Hit up some vultures, I told 'em to flock out

I'm busting shots but he ain't finna bust back

Hitting that shit from the back, finna bust that

He steady bumming, he taking the bus back

Knocking out niggas, I know they gon' trust that

I might fly out to Paris to say I'm like Ye

My bitch like Beyoncé and I'm just like Jay

I'm really top tier with these hands everyday

Nigga put down the blick and just fight me, okay?

Fuck your dead homie, your bro in the grave

And your mans ain't the same

Tryna be like me, you riding my wave

You ain't in my lane, get the fuck out the way

Niggas is stupid, you niggas is losing it

I get the money and pack and I'm doing it

I'm on they neck like giraffe, yeah I'm zooing it

Yeah, I'm the king and my crown isn't moving bitch

You ain't a plug, why the fuck is you moving shit?

I'm taking spots so you best better move it bitch

That nigga praying to God I don't lose my shit

Father, Son, Holy Spirit

Crucifix

None my niggas is scared of that, pop out

Nigga pop up then he finna get popped down

Nigga stay tweaking, he finna kick rocks now

Hit up some vultures, I told 'em to flock out

I'm busting shots but he ain't finna bust back

Hitting that shit from the back, finna bust that

He steady bumming, he taking the bus back

Knocking out niggas, I know they gon' trust that

I might fly out to Paris to say I'm like Ye

My bitch like Beyoncé and I'm just like Jay

I'm really top tier with these hands everyday

Nigga put down the blick and just fight me, okay?

Fuck your dead homie, your bro in the grave

And your mans ain't the same

Tryna be like me, you riding my wave

You ain't in my lane, get the fuck out the way