Tris Lyrics

Shawty right there, know he the ish

Averex jacket with the Audemar wrist

If it's my choice, then you know he my pick

He a east coast nigga ,so I know he type hip

He been on the block, I can tell he a trip

Hella birds on his gram, hella likes on his pic

Tryna hit up his phone like, ayo, what's the sitch

You look good on my arm Kakarots on my wrist

I'm sayin', tell me what I gotta do to get you all alone

You know what I'm on, I don't come off the throne boy

I ain't talking too much, we gone keep this shit brisk

Know you think you the man, I'ma put it like this

You come back to this crib, you gon' sip me like Tris

Rule number one, yes, I'm that bitch

Rule number two, do play my shit Rule number three, bend the knee heavy weight you can't breathe

You gone slurp till you burp if you fucking with me.

He cocky as ever, I'm slightly intrigued

There's somethin' about him like, no, I can't breathe

The feelin' is foreign, I might be made for him But, no, I'm still pimpin' until further

Notice Know I'm that girl, like, haven't you noticed

Pop out in all white in a cut like a lotus You big P, I'm FLOTUS, I'll follow it worth it

A diamond unearth it , just show me you worth it

Uncannily good, I get standing ova's five star review, highest of praise

Made him oyvey, now he callin' me bae

Don't go lookin' for love if I'm lookin for face

Gotta humble yourself when you come in the cut

Non-disclosures get signed, can't be talkin' too much

Yeah, I know you the man and I know you got fans

I'm the star in this case, how you writing like Stan

Shawty right there, know he the ish

Averex jacket with the Audemar wrist

If it's my choice, then you know he my pick

He a east coast nigga ,so I know he type hip

He been on the block, I can tell he a trip

Hella birds on his gram, hella likes on his pic

Tryna hit up his phone like, ayo, what's the sitch

You look good on my arm Kakarots on my wrist

I'm sayin', tell me what I gotta do to get you all alone

You know what I'm on, I don't come off the throne boy

I ain't talking too much, we gone keep this shit brisk

Know you think you the man, I'ma put it like this

You come back to this crib, you gon' sip me like Tris