10cellphones, BIGBABYGUCCI - 2 Lines of Tris lyrics
[10cellphones, BIGBABYGUCCI - 2 Lines of Tris lyrics]
Ayy, shoutout Jack for this beat too, man
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
, ayy
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a
Shot that I don't miss
While my phone be full of texts
With bitches I don't miss
Had to leave her alone
She be mad 'cause I don't kiss
Stop tryna ride my wave, niggas lame
They don't get paid
You went out of your way for that bitch
She said she gay
I got diamonds sittin' across my neck
Don't need no light to glist
Tryna find me up somewhere
Countin' the money with your bitch
She suck me too good
She tryna make sure I don't lеave
Lil' boy thought he was smokin' that
Gas until he found thе seed
Lil' bitch, I go by M-O-B
Some of my clothes be Japanese
She wanna fuck me, I can see
Gave her a job like her name Steve
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a
Shot that I don't miss
While my phone be full of texts
With bitches I don't miss
Had to leave her alone
She be mad 'cause I don't kiss
Baby, I just wanna fuck, I'ma mark you
You been suckin' dick, no
I do not wanna kiss
I payed attention to these hatin' ass hoes
It made me sick
I been busy runnin' up a bag
They talkin' shit
Cash out at Neiman Marcus, yeah
You know I got it in
That nigga down bad, he need a Vicodin
(Vicodin)
I'm on the West coast, I might pull up
Big body Benz (Big body)
Niggas lookin' from the outside
We can't invite 'em in (No, no)
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a
Shot that I don't miss
While my phone be full of texts
With bitches I don't miss
Had to leave her alone
She be mad 'cause I don't kiss
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
, ayy
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a
Shot that I don't miss
While my phone be full of texts
With bitches I don't miss
Had to leave her alone
She be mad 'cause I don't kiss
Stop tryna ride my wave, niggas lame
They don't get paid
You went out of your way for that bitch
She said she gay
I got diamonds sittin' across my neck
Don't need no light to glist
Tryna find me up somewhere
Countin' the money with your bitch
She suck me too good
She tryna make sure I don't lеave
Lil' boy thought he was smokin' that
Gas until he found thе seed
Lil' bitch, I go by M-O-B
Some of my clothes be Japanese
She wanna fuck me, I can see
Gave her a job like her name Steve
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a
Shot that I don't miss
While my phone be full of texts
With bitches I don't miss
Had to leave her alone
She be mad 'cause I don't kiss
Baby, I just wanna fuck, I'ma mark you
You been suckin' dick, no
I do not wanna kiss
I payed attention to these hatin' ass hoes
It made me sick
I been busy runnin' up a bag
They talkin' shit
Cash out at Neiman Marcus, yeah
You know I got it in
That nigga down bad, he need a Vicodin
(Vicodin)
I'm on the West coast, I might pull up
Big body Benz (Big body)
Niggas lookin' from the outside
We can't invite 'em in (No, no)
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a
Shot that I don't miss
While my phone be full of texts
With bitches I don't miss
Had to leave her alone
She be mad 'cause I don't kiss