We Just Trollin' ft. A1Nas Lyrics

We got another one, Phantom caught a body in this bitch, I'm tryna double him

Niggas always actin' cocky, watch these bullets humble him

Stand over top, hold on brodie, I swear to God, I ain't done with them

Air it out, brodie bout to clear him out, now his face on a milk carton

They lookin' for his whereabouts, since the fuckin' shoe fit, pussy, won't you wear it out

Put your fuckin' bitch right to sleep, if that hoe tells this ain't Marriot

Wave a Wanda on that nigga, if that nigga actin' fairly odd

Niggas out here claimin, they ain't tellin

Okay nigga, let's play swear to God

Swear to God you ain't a bitch nigga

Tell the truth but you fuckin' lyin

Thinkin' that I won't fuck that bitch, man, you fuckin' fried

Claimin' that you gon' spin for bro, man, you fuckin

Man, you fuckin' soft, fill the Drac up with Pokéballs the way you duck em' all

I ain't got a problem with these bitches, but screamin' fuck em' all

Said I ain't got a problem with these bitches, but I still fuck em' all

Bitch said"can I take her shopping?" I'm screamin' fuck a mall

Dumb bitch, you a slut too, I only let you slide cause you got that big ass butt too

Your ass fat, and you look good, make it jump too

Now go roll me up an L, we can fuck while we smoke too

She got that b-b-b-b-butt, I'm talkin' bubble butt

I'm tryna f-f-f-f-fuck, I'm tryna bust a nut

Y'all better du-du-du-du-duck, when this .40 go

Nigga, fuck a mask, nigga, we ain't hiding, them niggas know it's us

Mini Drac, got a lil' kick, I fucked my shoulder up

New opp pack in the air, aye Phantom roll 'em up

I ain't the type to talk a lot, but I'm fuckin' niggas bitches in my crib

And my ex cut me off, I'm glad I can keep my bread

But the table's turned, now this stupid bitch want me dead

But I keep this shit on me, nigga it is what it is

Pull up with your bitch and the fit be clean

Your bitch said, she don't like my mouth, but my dick be mean

Talkin' out your neck like I really can't send hits and things

Madden play, runnin' in your house and start blitzin' things

Bitch, I don't care if you do nut, I ain't Krispy Kreme

Slide through with them bald heads, I ain't Mr. Clean

I ain't talkin' bout a teacher when I'm sayin' that I miss the green

Why your nigga actin' like a bitch, he throwin' fits and things

Man, I'll pull up to your spot, Hell's Kitchen, just start whippin' things

Yeah, she ain't a dream, she a nightmare

She said she need a real nigga, girl I'm standin' right here

I'm tryna switch it up and go back to my old ways

I ain't been the same since I was young, up in them old days

But I'm quick to fuckin' crash out on this bitch, I got road rage

Now your noodles in a pot, we cookin' up Lo Mein

Same shit, different story, nigga, this a cold game

Redlight, Greenlight, got that gas but not propane

This shit hard