God damn, how is this? I know the world gonna be feeling this East nigga, but how trill is this? Still give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss God damn, how real is I know the world gonna be feeling this East coast nigga, but how trill is Still give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
1] Stone love gold slugs I could it I imported cold drugs
cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned nigga Write it on my tombstone, I was nigga
Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans lean sipping, Tennessee nigga, Nah Influenced by Houston, it in my music A trill nigga to the you how to do this
My all gold grills give her cold Said she's got a coke feel I'm so trill Two dope boy scales, but I sold No L, put her on her feet, toe
Them vampires, them blood suckers, them thirsty We it bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy Miller For really real, we chilly chill, don't sport No bounty hunters, I'm to killa, I'm bout my skrilla
Give me the title, then give me the Fold it then bag it then to the trash Follow my my swag Niggas is wickity wickity Like Kross Her lip gloss, get slipped off My bitch, boss,
We smoking then thinking then that hash it and pass Making it in my shoes And in my path
was for grabs Making them in a section And giving they
Fuck the money, fuck the fame, this is real The of my trill life