nawf$ide da trillest ft. Gunzpoint Bobby Lyrics

Trillest

Illest

Hollup

Yeah

I got a young bitch trickin' on me, I don't think much about it

I never took her out in public, gotta keep it private

I told her, take me back, I'm ridin' dirty with narcotics

I got a couple thou' with a ounce of hard up in my pockets

If you not first, well then you last, word to Ricky Bobby

If it ain't growth or some cash, you can count me out it

I hit the booth and then I spazz like I went psychotic

They ain't see me comin' on they ass, I got dead silence

Pause, hit that bitch with dope dick, she goin' through with drugs

My lil' youngin' tote a switch, he tryna spank em' all

Say she don't like the word, no, so I told her, Nawl

Won't break my word or my balls

Nawfside the Trillest

Drug dealers, killers, all turned corporate niggas

Don't like to talk, so when I speak, that shit important, nigga

Just cause you fuckin' with my dawg, don't mean I'm fuckin' with you

I got trust issues

Black 392, we takin' off just like a drag race

Sluggish on that drank, want me to fuck her at fast pace

I been on the grind, it's hard to stop, like some bad brakes

Fuck a ho, get your money, that's some shit my dad say

Lately I been smokin' good, I rarely see a bad day

Come to the spot, see nothin but gas, I'm king of the hill

I'd rather cash over ass, that's just how I feel

I got a strap inside the stash, that's just how I live

Look, it ain't no sense in me lyin' about it

The iron by me, I been movin' better than Robert Downey with the iron body

So don't get me wrong, I'm fine without it, and grind without it

They'll be callin' me prime time, like I had Deion around it

Nawfside the trillest, and addicted to all the winnings

That shuckey duckey business, don't got no business being mentioned

We can talk about the money, difference is actually getting it

Just all talk, I could be rich and won't pay attention

I'm sick with it, when I was doin' shows, I heard how they put the fix in it

Missed the first place, cause they stages I kept killin

Week after week, I just kept buildin

Anytime, anyplace, swear I had Janet Jack with me

Now they act like they can't rap with me, no dab givin

Not even handshakes, they done all turn they backs to me

And I'm back drivin, you know the squad got my back with me

Keepin' me on track like when a broad track slippin

But ain't no goin' back to the past living

Them sad feelings

Actually been happy Like when the bag man put extra grams in it

Game like a three-foot pool, the way I stands in it

I just hope that dick riding don't have you at Planned Parent with it

Hey man, keep it trill, my boy