Trillmatic ft. Ybmsmoove Lyrics

Welcome to the land of the OZ's

Where we hustle never struggle for the proceeds

Floor seats got to have it fuck a nose bleed

No seeds for my habit when I blow trees

Don't be crazy you should never do me wrong

Bust no casings it's a murder every song

Yeah I'm racing but if you sprinting then you're wrong

It's a marathon my lungs winded from blowing strong

Big Scoon so you know it's dope like a lit spoon

I script tunes prime real estate unloading clips soon

Hit up Smoove y'all lose he Ybm for real

Yellow bricks in oz we moved O's for skrill

For the glory told my story I spill over Trill

Still in the field bully niggas Shaquille O'Neal

For thirty days I went on a run

Nothing but the funds hard work that's why I'm number one

You might think I'm from the west I don't ever stress

Or maybe from the east the flow effortless

Two beast out the middle they would never guess

Sending head shots like you Taliban fuck a vest

Efficien like the seal team

Six hitters with me & they love to drill things

Whole team full of skill so we feel rings

Fuck your title hoe my heart cold I kill dreams

Welcome to the land of the OZ's

Where we hustle never struggle for the proceeds

Floor seats got to have it fuck a nose bleed

No seeds for my habit when I blow trees

Don't be crazy you should never do me wrong

Bust no casings it's a murder every song

Yeah I'm racing but if you sprinting then you're wrong

It's a marathon my lungs winded from blowing strong

I can't put up with no skeezer that's put here nose diving

It ain't tricking it just be you ain't fasho got it

Had them hoes all in my section I was fasho wilding

But I like my bitches like my cars nigga low mileage

Don't wait for nothing bitch I'm taking action

These days I'm thinking from a business point of view & I'm gone make shit happen

I seen the vision niggas started in the basement rapping

I'm gone make it trapping just in case I never make it rapping

Bad bitches checking in when we stepping in

Fucked them both even though they claiming they the best of friends

Twenty two is in my shoe I snuck my weapon in

I ain't going in no club unless my pep is in

Snitch you got to wear that jacket like a letterman

If them hoes ain't got no paper then don't let them in

Don't need their purses nigga I just like some extra wins

Socked him so hard dog I swear a nigga head a spin

Welcome to the land of the OZ's

Where we hustle never struggle for the proceeds

Floor seats got to have it fuck a nose bleed

No seeds for my habit when I blow trees

Don't be crazy you should never do me wrong

Bust no casings it's a murder every song

Yeah I'm racing but if you sprinting then you're wrong

It's a marathon my lungs winded from blowing strong