TRIS Lyrics

Lil mama, when I get to you, just know it's gon' be over

I'm feeling kinda lucky, but don't need no four-leaf clover

I let the devil get to me, he know I can't be sober

I'm drowning in this cup, my adversary's taking over

I'm folding up this baddie with her legs up on my shoulder

The sweetest kinda feeling, revenge, it just ain't the same

They say you get some love from your friends, but it ain't the same

I hate that I can't pretend that I really hate the game

Ballin' like I want to, move steady in my own lane

Sippin' on that Dusse, I'ma make something happen

Ain't relying on what you say, always wanna turn up

Got the streets hot as fuck on a Tuesday

Every day on the edge of my seat, ducking and dodging doomsday

Oh, sippin' Tris in my bedroom, mind inside, out of mind

Foreign whip, give me leg room, more exciting than my kind

Yeah, sippin' Tris in my bedroom, mind inside, out of mind

Woah, woah, Foreign whip, give me leg room, more exciting than my kind

Can't let the streets take control of me

I never thought I'd live to be an OG

I did a lot of dirty shit that just don't sit right

Praying to the Lord to forgive right

Trying to live my life right, but the past won't leave me alone

Karma got the address to all of our homes

I may have been judged for all my sins

But I'm a different man who made amends

Fuck my fame and all my friends

Sometimes I struggle and I just don't know the reason

A different storm, a different battle, different seasons

Sometimes I just don't know the reason

Sometimes I just don't know the reason

Sippin' Tris in my bedroom, mind inside, out of mind

Foreign whip, give me leg room, more exciting than my kind

Foreign whip, give me leg room, yeah

Just don't know the reason

Truth be told I got my reasons

Ayy, out of sight, out of mind, almost every season

Yeah, Tris

Just don't know the reason