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[Intro: Frazier Trill]
I'm selling dope, I'm selling dope, I'm selling dope
I know that you doing your thing (Trill)
You feel me? Ha-ha-ha (Yes, sir)
Smoke big gas, right? For sure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Frazier Trill]
Going crazy in this b*tch, hopping out, drip (Drip)
Too much money in this club, tell that n*gga, "Tip" (Tip)
b*tches trying to f*ck with me, I'll tell that b*tch, "Strip" (Strip)
n*gga trying to hate on me, I'll let that b*tch rip (Blaow)
Hopping out the latest sh*t, n*ggas talking crazy sh*t
Pull up on that 80's sh*t, home in-f*cking-vasion sh*t

[Chorus: Frazier Trill]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I remember when a n*gga didn't miss sh*t (Didn't miss sh*t)
We was shooting out the car and we weren't missing (Baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, he wanted smoke and we weren't missing (We weren't missing)
I pull up, pshh, I think that n*gga missing (I think he missing, yeah, yeah)
Man, that n*gga tripping (Boy, he tripping)
Pull up on you, leave you missing (Leave you missing, baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, I think he tripping (I think he tripping)
Yeah, I'ma pull up, leave you missing (Leave him missing)
Leave him missing, yeah (Missing, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Frazier Trill]
Know so much sh*t I can't even speak on
n*ggas talking sh*t but we won't even see homes
n*gga, talk is cheap
We 'bout to sweep the streets
n*gga, play for keeps
You know I gotta get it like I'm 'posed to
n*gga hating on me, was they hating on the old you?
n*ggas sweet as tea
Cooking up, ooh-wee (Ooh-wee)
His b*tch wanna f*ck with me (Ooh-wee)
I'm smoking on some weed (Yeah)
I'm selling dope today (Today)
I'm trapping every day (Day)
These n*ggas hate, okay (Okay)
I'm pushing up with Yae

[Verse 3: Bermuda Yae]
Huh, I'm pushing up with Trill, know we going, having M&M's
All off in that field, know my n*gga really gonna drill
Pouring out the seal, know them youngins now, they drinking beer
Bad b*tch over here, yeah, my song, know she wanna hear
Don't f*ck with no queers, know my n*gga dripping in Moncler
Not having no fears, know lil Yae, he taking flight for real
She wanna f*ck on the gang, somebody send that lil' ho a Lyft over here
Bales made it through the mail, young n*gga, not even playing, we serving for real, huh
[Chorus: Frazier Trill]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I remember when a n*gga didn't miss sh*t (Didn't miss sh*t)
We was shooting out the car and we weren't missing (Baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, he wanted smoke and we weren't missing (We weren't missing)
I pull up, pshh, I think that n*gga missing (I think he missing, yeah, yeah)
Man, that n*gga tripping (Boy, he tripping)
Pull up on you, leave you missing (Leave you missing, baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, I think he tripping (I think he tripping)
Yeah, I'ma pull up, leave you m—

[Outro: Frazier Trill]
Woo, woo (Yeah)
Woo, woo (Yeah)
Woo, woo (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (While the light green, n*gga, it's my turn)
Yeah
It's Trill! (b*tch)