4s of tris ft. 448 Rolls Lyrics

Oh shit

Who got the pops

Somebody go get some pops

We gon' pour foes

Foes of the tris

I hope the road get me rich

I run that shit

I done got known for this shit

Bows in the crib, two hoes and it's lit

They know what it is , I ain't take long with the flip

Foes of the tris

We pourin' foes of the tris

Something like the Trish, cause I'm always drippin

Goated round this bitch , they know I'm consistent

It's only Tuesdays, this week, gotta flip the pigeon

Folks done scored made up from all the times of missing

In them kicks, Reefy got gettin' real expensive

Niggas mad I'm winnin', now I can feel the tension

I'm on my third watch, third crib, third chain

They done fucked up, let me in the bird line

You hear them chains on my neck, that's the 50 piece

Any bitch around this bitch, I bet they heard of me

Bag in, nigga, ain't no niggas servin' me

For them trippin' out this bitch, causin' emergencies

Foes of the tris

I hope the road get me rich

I run that shit

I done got known for this shit

Bows in the crib, two hoes in his lit

They know what it is ,I ain't take long with the flip

Foes of the tris

We pourin' foes of the tris

All this fuckin' lean, feel like I'm overdosing

I got a script of 15s like Nicola jokic

I don't pop, but I know who want it

They been knew I had racks, I done got known to blow em

I bopped out Helmut lang in and the pole was showing ,

Pourin' phones, growing' up, my big homies rollin' 4s

I hope the road get me rich, shit, I know I'm close

Figure I can get the most money if I go the most

Always knew , I could ball, had to show the coach

I wanna get rich, had to grow up broke

I'm a young trap nigga, got my own approach

I had to sell them folks that poison, cause they want it done

Foes of the tris

I hope the road get me rich

I run that shit

I done got known for this shit

Bows in the crib, two hoes and it's lit

They know what it is, i ain't take long with the flip

Foes of the tris

Foes of the tris