Ninja

[Chorus: Tristan Dior]
I'm smoking backwoods full of runtz
Wake up and I need me a blunt
Wake up and I get in that pussy
Your wife she think i'm good looking
Fuck her on the counter of the kitchen
My bitch got marble floors in her mansion
Pull up Aventador, crazy engine
Mask up on my face like a ninja
Slide in a Maybach and the seats they massaging me
Your bitch she massaging me
My drugs high quality
I ain't got no breathe, i'm smoking too much
Draco, it's gone bust
Wake up in the morning, i'm taking 3 pills
Kiss on her neck and it's giving her chills

[Verse 1: Tristan Dior]
My ex bitch hit me up, she wanna chill
She left me when I was out in the field
They got 50k for me, I ain't signing that deal
I need a motherfucking mill'
High as fuck, posted in the hill
Infinity pool got LED lights
I told you once, I ain't gone tell you twice
Disrespect me, you gone pay the price

[Verse 2: Freddy Flacko]
I just touched down in the ville
Fucking these hoes like i'm catching a kill
I fuck that hoe in the stu' she like Flacko that's too real
All I do is get high all day, I told that hoe i'm chill
And I told her I ain't sipping no drank if it ain't come with a seal
I got more sticks than the navy seal
I got blue all up in my bills
I got hoes all up in a mansion
I got 3 pretty hoes and they dancing
I'm in L.A. like Magic
I'm out of state I ain't tap in
This bitch got a BBL, I fuck from the back and it's clapping
She say she wanna live in the hill
I told that bitch yeah I need a bill'
Hold up like I need a mill' first
You ain't gang, catch a kill first
She wanna fuck me to this verse
Hold up i'm finna pop a pill first
I'm in her guts she say it hurts
Fuck my opps, I put em in the dirt
Uh uh, yeah I put em in the dirt
She wanna fuck in the back of the Bach and I told that hoe close the curtains
I got too many bands in my jeans
I got too many percs in my lean
I got too many fiends in the trap
I got too many hoes on the map
I got a K on my lap, no bap
Why would I come in the club no strap?
I fuck that hoe off a perc, she tapped
She want some money, I don't know about that

[Verse 3: Slayer Montana]
I'm high as shit and I been geeking all weekend
Me and Tristan, we out in Miami, we chilling with the hoes right Now
We tryna go up on the score right now
We mixing the perc with the Fanta
Got a white hoe that look like Hannah Montana
She said she wanna chill with Tristan Dior and Slayer Montana
I might just go trade in the Lamb truck for a [?]
My new whip it look like it came from Venus
She said she wanna fuck in the back of the whip with the stars in the ceiling
I'm never late to my flight cause the driver straight right to the staircase
My whole life a gamble i'm tryna go gamble that shit some more
I'm on a whole other realm I still don't know where this shit gone take me oh woah
It's lonely at the top oh woah
Her niggas be dropping my name on the low

[Chorus: Tristan Dior]
I'm smoking backwoods full of runtz
Wake up and I need me a blunt
Wake up and I get in that pussy
Your wife she think i'm good looking
Fuck her on the counter of the kitchen
My bitch got marble floors in her mansion
Pull up Aventador, crazy engine
Mask up on my face like a ninja
Slide in a Maybach and the seats they massaging me
Your bitch she massaging me
My drugs high quality
I ain't got no breathe, i'm smoking too much
Draco, it's gone bust
Wake up in the morning, i'm taking 3 pills
Kiss on her neck and it's giving her chills