Trill Talk

[Intro]
Franky you a fool for this one man
(You're a fucking fool)

[Verse 1]
Can't chop it up, I'm with cash buy
I just got some old rims, the parking lot In-N-Out
Can't fuck with rap niggas, they be on weird shit
Automatic Glock 30, kill switch
Show 'em that it's lethal
Aim it at his people
Few things I can teach you
[?]
Bitch I feel like Jordan Peele clips, like a regal
My Mexican bought me extra seals, that's why he my people

[Verse 2]
.223 with a silencer, it don't make a sound
I feel like a junkie in that Rolls Royce, 'cause I'm coming down
[?] seen that nigga paperwork, he can't come around
Hit his wok with the K, now it got a frown
Got to smoke a blunt to this, 'cause this that trill shit
I ain't signing bullshit paperwork, I need a mill ticket

[Verse 3]
I just downed a whole four, now I'm on trill shit
She gon get a nigga four, 'cause she a trill bitch
Bitch I'm sippin' ack in Texas, I feel like Fat Pat
Tooth, I want my full of gold I feel like fat rat
Another opp has seen his day, we smoke a blunt to that
She ain't know what to say, met a real nigga full of fent
Drank Baby toting baby K, I'm quite fond of that
Chopper shoot like razor blades, but they got time to tack