DC2Trill & Lil Yachty
DC2Trill
DC2Trill
DC2Trill
DC2Trill
DC2Trill
DC2Trill & Lil Yachty
DC2Trill
DC2Trill & NeedNoName
DC2Trill & Lil Yachty & RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG
DC2Trill
[Intro: DC2Trill]
(Nick on the track)
Yeah
[Chorus: DC2Trill]
I waste Wockhardt on the floor
Ten pints gone up out the door
Talking sticks, got plenty options
I'm high, can see it in my eyes like Hopsin
I was pissed off, plus I'm drowsy
I was tryna pour up while I'm driving
Gushers, 41, that's my options
We in tracks while you hiding
[Verse 1: NeedNoName]
DC buying all the drank, NeedNo buying all the pills
I used to fuck bitches in the trap, now I fuck 'em in the hills
Chrome Heart jacket, I ain't even cold
I don't know Sheneneh, but she on my toes
I make drank up in the tub and cook crack up on the stove
[Verse 2: DC2Trill]
Double R four door, I strike me a pose
I'm geeked up on mеds while I'm knocking down hoes
That nigga told, he ain't got no lawyеr, keep his rat ass down the road
.50 cal', I ain't need no aim
Jugg that boy, I ain't need no name
Charged him forty-two hundred for the pint and that shit was plain
I'm too high, bitch, I might snap
Brung a bougie bitch to the trap
Damn, Lil' Moe, that shit snap
Stay your bitch ass off these apps
I'm in the H and I'm sipping on sizzurp
She suck it good, now, damn, I miss her
Tampered drank fuck up my temper
Pop these niggas like a pimple
[Verse 3: NeedNoName]
I don't got no heart, but a nigga rock Chrome
I don't play two-three, but a nigga in the zone
Like Subway, my money too long
I used to sell dope off a cordless phone
I step on these bitches just like slippers
Get cut like a barber, fuck some clippers
I keep drank up in my system
Free my cousin, he locked in the system
Lil Moe, the track too god damn crazy
My white boy look like Slim Shady
I throw bullets like Tom Brady
He wanted a seven, I charged him eighty
I gas hoes just like the Shell
I don't eat cheese, no Taco Bell
I drive the Hellcat out of Hell
I sip Barney, don't do snails
[Chorus: DC2Trill]
I waste Wockhardt on the floor
Ten pints gone up out the door
Talking sticks, got plenty options
I'm high, can see it in my eyes like Hopsin
I was pissed off, plus I'm drowsy
I was tryna pour up while I'm driving
Gushers, 41, that's my options
We in tracks while you hiding
Hiding was written by DC2Trill & NeedNoName.
Hiding was produced by 734Nick.