Trill Shit

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah (uh)
It’s Nolay (yo)

[Verse 1]
I am that bitch
Hoe you ain’t shit
We driving around like it’s ‘Tokyo Drift’
Lifting the doors, I made him lick on the clit on all fours
I am more sicker than ever before
I cannot stop for a breath or a pause
Shit on the law, stick on Dior
Bitches be hating and done up all four
Mans it’s a bore
I know their bored and never abroad
And hating on shit that they cannot afford
Stuck in the bits and never on tour
They be like bitch
They be like whore
I be like please hatе on me more
Give mе a reason
Give me a cause
Nails on fleeky, look at the paws
My contract bangs, look at the clause

[Chorus]
Ill bitch (illest illest)
Trill shit (trillest trillest)
Have a seat, you ain’t got no skill bitch (yeah yeah)
What’s this? (Ew) That look like cubics (No no)
Where I’m from we don’t call that shit drip (Never never)
Dumb bitch (Trillest), talking all that shit (What?)
I keep my foot on their necks and my shoe won’t leave a print (yeah)
All that passa ‘bout you’ll pull up
Go bitch pull up, we don’t flinch (please)
Ill bitch (yeah), trill shit

[Verse 2]
I get it done (I do), I go the distance (yeah)
You don’t like me, nah that’s brilliant
Your approval it can’t make a million (never)
If the shit don’t pay it’s irrelevant
When you talk about me you stay relevant
You’re an ant don’t move like an elephant
You should focus more on your development
I mean is this you in your element?
Are you a boss or a fucking degenerate?
I need to book me a flight to with Emirates
I’ve been hustling and grinding back to back, that I don’t even know what day it is
I would tell you “Go and get the bag girl”,(money)
But do your even know what way it is? (Lost)
I think you need some direction
Don’t watch me I ain’t your reflection

[Chorus]
Ill bitch (illest illest)
Trill shit (trillest trillest)
Have a seat, you ain’t got no skill bitch (yeah yeah)
What’s this? (Ew) That look like cubics (No no)
Where I’m from we don’t call that shit drip (Never never)
Dumb bitch (Trillest), talking all that shit (What?)
I keep my foot on their necks and my shoe won’t leave a print (yeah)
All that passa ‘bout you’ll pull up
Go bitch pull up, we don’t flinch (please)
Ill bitch (yeah), trill shit