Troll Patrol lyrics

[Intro]
You know what I'm sayin'? We tryna, you know what I mean?
We tryna shake the city up, so this sh*t gotta flow, you know what I mean?
Yeah, uh, look

[Verse 1]
One thousand grams on a chain (Bling-bling, bling-bling)
My jeweler f*ckin' over Johnny Dang
It's revenge when I put it in they face
n*ggas wanna play, then we put 'em in they place
Benz in the shop, so I gotta get another one
All through the lot tryna see which one I want
Get Ghazi on the phone, this gon' be big
It's too late to turn back, boy, we deep in
C-Bone, 4 say give 'em what they want
Guess it's that time for mе to put on that show
Big Clean, he started this sh*t (Way Gang)
As for mе, I'm the heart of this sh*t
Got a twin named Egypt and I named her on a prison phone
I was in the spot cookin' dope with a pistol on me (Facts)
Let that sh*t sink in
This my truth, these is facts that I'm speakin'
Movie star, 'cause life is a movie (It's a movie)
Life's a b*tch, but she bad and she bougie
In the streets, I'ma rep, I'm a classic
f*ck Roscoe's 'cause the sh*t got nasty (Ugh)
Bartender, bring the whole bottle
My b*tch out the city, but she lookin' like a foreign model (Bad)
Who Decides War with a sag on it
Just got fresh and forgot to pop the tag on it (Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc)
[Chorus]
Too many n*ggas hatin'
Too many n*ggas fakin'
Too many n*ggas broke
Too many n*ggas trollin'
All I care about is digits and commas (Ching-ching)
Pistols and violence (Boom, boom, boom)
We into designer (Drip, drip, drip, drip)
Flyin' in the city with models (Innerprize)

[Verse 2]
'Fit check, gotta do a drip check
Lookin' at the map, what city we gon' hit next?
Runnin' up the bag, what car I'm gon' get next?
It gotta have room, 'cause I like to have big sex
If I gotta wear a rubber, I don't want it, I'm exclusive
Tryna stick to one woman (I'm in love)
Bing-bing in my bloodstream
White Air Force 1s, I can't wear 'em if they ain't Supreme
Yeah, right now, we in that mode
Jeans, beanie by Parasuco (Uh-oh)
I like girls with cornrows and lace fronts
White toes, but f*ck all that makeup
Billion-dollar brain, hundred-thousand-dollar chain (Bling-bling, bling-bling)
We get through hard times poppin' champagne
At a Paris steakhouse on a stake-out
See a model at the table, fly her straight to the house (Outtie)
[Chorus]
Too many n*ggas hatin'
Too many n*ggas fakin'
Too many n*ggas broke
Too many n*ggas trollin'
All I care about is digits and commas (Ching-ching)
Pistols and violence (Boom, boom, boom)
We into designer (Drip, drip, drip, drip)
Flyin' in the city with models (Innerprize)