Trill Spill
(专辑: MIA Season 2 - 2019)
(Classics) (Oh-oh-oh, okay Jones) Yeah, ayy How you want it? My jeans eleven-hundred These ain't rockstars, move like a
top dog Top floor, with the
blinds open getting topped off Jumped off the
porch full speed, getting gwap dog I
got court in the
morning, I
gotta go I
give my L's back and your shorty ain't gotta go He fuck his money up, when he get it, he solid tho' He gon' put his niggas on in the
hood, you probably won't Ayy, the
fake can't stay fake for too long, huh At my funeral, I
still won't have a
suit on First it was stainless steel, then I
got the
yacht two-tone Got fucked up then I
sold it, nah, I
don't take loans Got right back in my bag, nah, I
don't take long She wasn't shit until I
hit her, I
guess I
make hoes I
bought a
QP for my habit, smoke 'til the
shake gone Perkys, I
ate those, I'ma sip 'til the
drank gone Them handguns cool, but I'ma ride with the
Draco You lil' niggas cool, but I'ma stick to my day ones You want the
money, fuck the
gangbanging In my opp's hood, chain hanging, flip phone, still banging Real nigga and I
can't change it (Can't change it) Why the
fuck you in the
strip club, it ain't raining? (Nah, it ain't raining) That's like a
nigga come into your trap house, just standing around My pockets loaded, I
be handing it out I
cut her off, lil' mama trynna damage me now She cut me deep, I
tell the
doctor just bandage me out I
touch down in MIA, I'm driving phantoms around I
was cutting up like this before the
cameras was out One call, I'll bring the
savages out One clip, red light, and the
candles is out I
was fucked up then, but I'm having it now I
had to grind to get that shit, I
was praying for God, huh, yeah Religion shake you, real niggas they thank me Fake niggas they hate me, probably 'cause they ain't me Religion shake you, real niggas they thank me Fake niggas they hate me, probably 'cause they ain't me Shit, when they try to burn me down, tell me I
was losing I
stood still tall, I
walked through the
storm, while it's raining, hailing, it's fire coming out the
sky (That's a
fact) (Still ballin') Walking, we ain't gon' run, we ain't gon' panic We ain't gon' run out of breath Soon as the
sun clear back up, we shining Just to walk through the
storm, that's just how you gotta play You know what I
mean? And that's what we live by And that's what we was born into We was brought in this life as losers, starting off in the
back And we don't mind being behind but, we gon' win (We gon' win) We always gon' win (We always gon' win) (Classics) (Oh-oh-oh, okay Jones)