[Chorus: YSB Tril] Time to max out Beat her back out I got shawty's for the team and I got money in the stash house Off the gas I'm moving slow it got me feelin' like I lagged out Got lil baby on her knees I had to make that lil bitch gag out I got big cash we can't split that I ain't really wit the chit chat ya bitch we flip that If I want it imma get it know a nigga wit dat Rockin' Louis with the Prada I'm still drippin' mismatch, ah, ah, ah, ah
[Verse 1: ZaeTheDripster] We treat that hoe just like a blunt and pass her round after we hit it We got big guap, try to take we put one in your fitted Chase the money, chase the money You can't never take it from me Run it up, run it up, Spend it If imma eat, my dawgs gon split it On my grind now, fuck wit me get slimed out That bitch thought I was gon cuff her Gave me brain, she out her mind now Them oppers seekin', I won't hide now Come cross me, and you die now Them niggas want some smoke I wipe his nose he gotta watch his momma cry now Ain't no discussion we bussin' Bitch if I'm shootin', you gushin' Keepin' it benji while countin' up hunnits Bitch I'm the shit you can't flush me I want a milli in twins So I can't turn nothing to something I'm with young Trilly and you know the dealy I feel like a stunna
[Chorus: YSB Tril] Time to max out Beat her back out I got shawty's for the team and I got money in the stash house Off the gas I'm moving slow it got me feelin' like I lagged out Got lil baby on her knees I had to make that lil bitch gag out I got big cash we can't split that I ain't really wit the chit chat ya bitch we flip that If I want it imma get it know a nigga wit dat Rockin' Louis with the Prada I'm still drippin' mismatch, ah, ah, ah, ah
[Verse 2: YSB Tril] Lets get it started, all you niggas hoes ain't got shit on me I'm wit drip he got the sauce pack we dripped down to the tee Never cared about no feelings, never show no L-U-V On this side you think its sweet, I dare a nigga come and see On my soul it ain't no games, I never play bout me and mines Seen the baddest bitch just walkin', swear she fine just like some wine She say "Trilly he the bestest he be playin' with my spine" I pull out and she gon drop it, bitch im bussin' like a .9 I got cash foreal You niggas in last foreal Some of ya homies and really ya homies But imma keep that to myself Too much ice I'm chill Imma let go of the wheel I crack me a pint, I roll up some boof Ya bitch gettin' loose off the pills [Chorus: YSB Tril] Time to max out Beat her back out I got shawty's for the team and I got money in the stash house Off the gas I'm moving slow it got me feelin' like I lagged out Got lil baby on her knees I had to make that lil bitch gag out I got big cash we can't split that I ain't really wit the chit chat ya bitch we flip that If I want it imma get it know a nigga wit dat Rockin' Louis with the Prada I'm still drippin' mismatch, ah, ah, ah, ahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
