TILLY ADLIBS lyrics

[Intro]
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure (Huh)
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure (Uh, woo)
I just brought a lil' b*tch and that b*tch from my hood, yeah
I might leave that lil' b*tch and just go find a better, yeah (Uh)

[Chorus]
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure (Pressure, skrrt, skrrt)
Pullin' up straight in the SUV, big body Benz, how I leave in a stretcher? (Stretcher)
My little b*tch just pulled up with some more Adderall pills, b*tch, I need me some extras, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Feel like a motherf*ckin' God in this b*tch, I'm so gutter, my b*tch from the ghetto (Skrrt, skrrt, woo)
I try to be mindin' my business, I know that's your ho, but I still get her wetter, huh (Woo)
I'll be wrong if I just tell your ho that I'm done and I move for the better (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just buy her some clothes and she hold my Beretta (Yeah)
This sh*t is all facts, it's concrete if I said it (Mm-mm, skrrt, skrrt)
My b*tch from the 'burb, but she hold my Beretta (Hrr)
And she juggin' you n*ggas, for real, and I let her (Mm-mm, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

[Verse]
I just keep that motherf*cker straight in my pockets
I pull this b*tch out, it look like a rocket (Woo)
My b*tch look like Sandra, no Bullock, I'm poppin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
Why he talkin' sh*t? Yeah, that boy need to stop it (Mm-mm, skrrt, skrrt, grr)
My whip is matte black I'm a ride with some options, yeah (Skrrt)
Wide as f*ck, nowhere to park it (Mm-mmm)
This Lamborghini, I'm late for the meetin' (Yeah)
My ting finna leave, so I'm high and I'm speedin' now (Skrrt, skrrt, woo)
I'm pullin' up, YSL right on my beanie, yeah
Eatin' five star fettuccine, linguine (Mm-mm, woo)
I'm pullin' up two-hundred racks for the evenin'
And I only spend five when I walk 'round in Neiman's (Mm-mm)
I told that b*tch, "Shut the f*ck up, eat my semen"
Don't know what I said when I'm drunk, I ain't mean it (Skrrt, skrrt)
No, I ain't mean it
I just be trippin' on Adderall, put your lil' b*tch in bikini (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, mm)
I left her fiendin', I left her fiendin'
High as a f*ck, I'm so high, nice to meet me (Oh, mm)
I'm smokin' on gas, and just ash in the Urus (Skrrt)
We rent SUVs, we don't rent Lamborghinis (Skrrt, skrrt)
When I'm pullin' out five, I don't flex, I just spend it (Ah)
Look what the kid gotta do for his image (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
That sh*t be real, that's like nothin' to me
If I throw that sh*t up I'll be fine, I'll be splendid (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah, yeah, woo)
[Chorus]
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure (Mm-mm, woo, pressure)
Pullin' up straight in the SUV, big body Benz, how I leave in a stretcher? (Stretcher)
My little b*tch just pulled up with some more Adderall pills, b*tch, I need me some extras, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, mm-mm)
I don't know, b*tch, it's like four a.m., I'm from the gutter, my b*tch from the ghetto (Yeah, yeah, gutter)
I try to be mindin' my business, I know that's your ho, but I still get her wetter, huh (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
I'll be wrong if I just tell your ho that I'm done, and I move for the better (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just buy her some clothes and she hold my Beretta
This sh*t is all facts, it's concrete if I said it (Woah, skrrt)
My b*tch from the 'burb, but she hold my Beretta (Woah, uh)
And she juggin' you n*ggas, for real, and I let her

[Outro]
Woo (Uh-uh)
Woo (Uh-uh)
Yeah
Bruh, that's my favorite one
No, keep—, keep—, keep all of that sh*t