Testo Striker Files - Trill300 feat. Lil Aj
Testo della canzone Striker Files (Trill300 feat. Lil Aj), tratta dall'album Striker Files (feat. Lil Aj) - Single
(Goddamn, Bumpa, this shit hard) ay
It's Lil Aj
Ay, a'ight
Let's do it
It's Trill music
It's that shit that got your brother tapped
Fell in love with foolie cans, that shit give me a rush
Poppin' his lips like that lil' nigga gangsta, fuck around, got him plugged
You don't roll up D or Lil J, you can't ride with us
Nigga, I don't even trust the bank, it's just me and my unc'
I only trust my Gen, I can't forget about twin
You best keep the gang out of your mentions if you wanna live
I told Finesse to try to scat me and Trill tryna hit
My lil' bro tryna get on feet, I fuck around, set the blitz
Yeah, bet I hop out with this heater
Bitches baby, Chorcha, you can call me Trill, it's nice to meet you
Same sport a nigga play, I bet I whip out fire, leave him
Swear this bitch a pro, I got her on her toes like I'm the teacher
Pull up seeing you to the reefers
I got skit with Nike forces, know I'm hooping in my beaters
Finna salon this pussy nigga, know he green like he a creeper
Ay, but what I sippin' greener, sike
I don't fuck with quack, throwin' purse back like a demon
Bitch, I got my Chrome, he'll leave you cold like you would need me
I'm off a 30, little purse alone and then you tweakin'
This lil' bitch on my phone, said I'm dozin' off, I ain't need sleepin'
I'm tryna tap his dome, flash right on the Glock so I can see him
Ay, buyin' every trigger on the dagger, I put the beating with it
I keep on eating Percocet after Percocet, shit got me leanin' different
Catch a opp nigga at the stu', and smushin' while they mixin'
Lookin' for 30 days, just me and Cito, after this, we grinchin'
After this, we crankin' wheels, we on the search for fast shit
I call Trill, I ain't libra, I gotta strike, but you gotta get it quick
If you come get it, we'll sell it for three, but big bro really wanna see
If you get caught, you ain't get it from us
They come ask me, I ain't sell you shit
Damn, like I was striking last night
I told that bitch she gotta go, might fuck that ho, her ass right
I'm leaving for that fast light, just make some hot attacks right
I got this alcohol in my stomach, I can't smoke this gas right
Bitch, what the fuck you talking about? Say all I do is gaslight
You made a diss for that old shit, gon' give your ass a bad night
Try to run up, ain't letting him, little bitch, I need my medicine
I get that low, I bet I'll spin, she give me head, she Heaven-sent (yeah)
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