Trill Talk lyrics

[Intro]
Franky you a fool for this one man
(You're a f*cking fool)

[Verse 1]
Can't chop it up, I'm with cash buy
I just got some old rims, the parking lot In-N-Out
Can't f*ck with rap n*ggas, they be on weird sh*t
Automatic Glock 30, kill switch
Show 'em that it's lethal
Aim it at his people
Few things I can teach you
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b*tch I feel like Jordan Peele clips, like a regal
My Mexican bought me extra seals, that's why he my people

[Verse 2]
.223 with a silencer, it don't make a sound
I feel like a junkie in that Rolls Royce, 'cause I'm coming down
[?] seen that n*gga paperwork, he can't come around
Hit his wok with the K, now it got a frown
Got to smoke a blunt to this, 'cause this that trill sh*t
I ain't signing bullsh*t paperwork, I need a mill ticket

[Verse 3]
I just downed a whole four, now I'm on trill sh*t
She gon get a n*gga four, 'cause she a trill b*tch
b*tch I'm sippin' ack in Texas, I feel like Fat Pat
Tooth, I want my full of gold I feel like fat rat
Another opp has seen his day, we smoke a blunt to that
She ain't know what to say, met a real n*gga full of fent
Drank Baby toting baby K, I'm quite fond of that
Chopper shoot like razor blades, but they got time to tack