Tris God ft. TooHumble Lyrics

Ayy when Trish around we pour a drink like we don't got a kidney

Got a bitch finna let me turn her I'ma act a ass like Timmy

Two hunnid every line finna pour a nigga rent

Now I'm poppin' percs I used to pop them Xanz and then forget

Call that Migo up and tell him that I'm runnin' low on shit

I just picked her from the airport I don't even know the bitch

Trappin' out of B&Bs throwin' parties with them P's

I got them bitches on they knees my baby mama count the cheese

I'm havin' everything you want my nigga what kind do you need

I'm havin' lows for such and such but that shit fuckin' up the streets

I had to switch to exotic packs but this shit right here cost a fee

Don't believe me? Ask the plug but the only thing he speak Chinese

Know some niggas up some shit but to me that just motivation

You know some niggas up some shit but the whole time nigga you be hating

What the fuck you on nigga? You be faking

On the phone with a bitch nigga always caking

My phone be ringin' too but the difference between me and you nigga my shit paper

The difference between me and you the shit you pour up nigga that shit be green

The shit I pour up it be purple it be pinkyea it's real lean

I pop my shit a little bit but in the trap behind the scenes

If I serve you it's third person you ain't get that shit from me

And my Sprite just turn pink right in front of me I blink

And it tastes just how it look fuck all night it keep me up

If you put the whole liter in front of me I pour too much

I be tryin' to chill but I get a little thrill off double cups

I get a little off double cups

I get a little thrill off pourin double cups

You sippin' real tris man you know when that motherfucker' hit your tongue

And if you put the whole liter in front of me I'ma drink too much

Man you know that that shit man come on

I ain't pourin no green nigga

Drink god nigga drink god

50 pints in the hood you never saw that

This real za in this bag this shit here sell like crack

I'm pourin' fours in a liter this that Trish not Wakesha

Drink God around this bitch I got them pints for a lil' cheaper

You ever seen a hundred pounds? Disappear in twenty minutes

I can teach you how to trap nigga come and get in with me

I like them hundreds fuck them fiffties

I'ma re-up with the 20s my young niggas gettin' money

And they standin' on that bussiness

like them G-LOCKS

With the box on the back

We ridin' VETS and SRT's cheap niggas ridin' scats

My nigga Trizzy a trap god he known for flushin' packs

And known for pourin 4s so I pout four to match

Nigga hit lil P jack when you need that med-pack

He havin' different scripts 10-15 he jack

Three hundred perks a month my nigga be flushin' that

And every picture on IG that nigga be flashin' racks

Lil' Junt he a problem that lil' nigga keep a strap

And if i send lil' webb to fuck your bitch he gone give her' back

Nigga all that sneak dissin that a get your ass whacked

Why we havin' lean parties sellin' bags in the trap

When teis around we pour a drink like we don't got a kidney

I got a bitchfinna let me turn her imma act a ass like Timmy

Two hundred every line I'm finna pour a nigga rent

Now I'm pourin' perks I used to pop them xanz and then forget