Tris

Shawty right there, know he the ish

Averex jacket with the Audemar wrist

If it's my choice, then you know he my pick

He a east coast nigga ,so I know he type hip

He been on the block, I can tell he a trip

Hella birds on his gram, hella likes on his pic

Tryna hit up his phone like, ayo, what's the sitch

You look good on my arm Kakarots on my wrist

I'm sayin', tell me what I gotta do to get you all alone

You know what I'm on, I don't come off the throne boy

I ain't talking too much, we gone keep this shit brisk