TRIS FREESTYLE Lyrics

Bang it out

Yeah

Uh

Woah woah

I don't want to talk or text

Did she get the message

Bitch stop acting up

She gon feel my presence

Watch me kick down the door

Its time for inspection

I'm a candidate no presidential election

Time is money got a new watch

All these faces in my face

Get the fuck out!

Now you got me buggin out

Just like Raid I'm up in this place

Boy might pour the red or pour the green

It's like Christmas Eve

And she wanna fuck on me

Tunnel vision I aint playing man

Had to get my bands up!

In the coupe Isabel Marant

This shit drip bonanza

Im in the booth my niggas go up

We going bananas

Fit all white look origami

Might flip off the camera

Im sipping D'usse duece and apple juice

So she know I got stamina

She wearing stilettos

I sent her a letter

Told her I wont let up

I just need my bread up

She said "I want more"

I just want some dough

I just want some dough

She wanna fuck around

She wanna fuck around

Want some dough (uh)

Told her go go

Walk into the party they spraying Ozium

SB nodding off I told him "It's not enough" (yeah)

Nigga save your money I need Audemar

I know you trying to spend a bag in all the malls

Man I know that they been talking what they talking 'bout

These niggas clones they at home

They some robots

Fuck this VLONE I'm in Chrome Hearts

I might paint a picture on her face feel like Mozart

I told her dont talk next or near to my soda

Told her throw it back she ended up throwing up

I poured me a deuce of the tris ended up slowing up

And I can't go nowhere without my doja

(Yeah uh ah)