Chuuwee, Trizz - By My Lonesome lyrics

And I'm rolling by my lonesome, blunt rolled
Top down nigga trip, unload, Glock out
Pull up on him in his
Hometown like what's hot now?
You was talking big noise til I hopped out

I come through with a sack of the bomb
Cuz bitches like to trap
Me and my nigga jimmy stay strapped
He got any size hat
I got Ak-47s and a mini 9 mac
In my ride, this yellow bitch on my side
Phone trippin all the shit that I
Went through for since 5
I been high since 7, there's niggas all the
Way live with it, on till 11
That's something for late night
I eat beats like sweet treats
Nigga peach E-L, Presidente C-H-3-Z
THC HTC beats bitch freeze
You think of touching my phone
Tell em you won't make it home
Is my microphone on? Coming
Straight for the dome
Hit your neck and your chest
Like you spraying on cologne
Stupid tweeting your location 'til we
Pull up at your home
I'm outside lil ass nigga come on
And I'm rolling by my lonesome, blunt rolled
Top down nigga trip, unload, Glock out
Pull up on him in his
Hometown like what's hot now?
You was talking big noise til I hopped out
West Side, Keep my name out a bop mouth
You gon' make a nigga run up in a bop house
Pull up on him on his own
Block like what's hot now?
You was talking big shit til I hopped out

All he talk about is killing
All he talk about is bitches
All he talk about is tossing
His ex's and bitches trippin'
Stay the fuck up out my business
I'm just chillin' capitalizing the writtens
I'm lyrically ripping niggas
Fuck beats bitch, get at me in the streets
Strapped, I don't sleep, I keep this OG
I'm low key, black tan low seats
OZ twisted in the swisher, so sweet
Niggas be getting it twisted
Like Trizzy ain't widdit
Shit niggas could get it
Quicker to hurry into it
I'm finna limit the niggas who finish
The beat that you seeking
For any who's bleeding
That's whatchu speaking
I see is the reason at any event that a nigga
Felipe is open to jumping any
Nigga who need it ol' bitch ass nigga
I'm in the house on the hill
With ol' rich ass niggas
I'm a spick ass type ol kick ass nigga
Alot different from these hipster
Ol weird ass niggas, bitch
And I'm rolling by my lonesome, blunt rolled
Top down nigga trip, unload, Glock out
Pull up on him in his
Hometown like what's hot now?
You was talking big noise til I hopped out
West Side, Keep my name out a bop mouth
You gon' make a nigga run up in a bop house
Pull up on him on his own
Block like what's hot now?
You was talking big shit til I hopped out

Is you rolling? Be-otch I might be
I don't take threats nor diss records lightly
Plus where I reside
All them niggas do in spite me
Cuz they wanna be like me
I did the right thang, fuck Spike Lee
Might as well teach your class
How to hustle like me rings in the mail
All the chickens tryna wife
These boosie ass labels tryna hype me
As if some of the
Niggas they signed were any as dope as I be

Class Acts, I ain't playing with kids
All alone like Macaulay Culkin
Playing these tricks
But, I ain't playing with niggas
But that's scaring niggas
I be all in a nigga face, daring niggas
Jump if you flinch
That's 2 hit's with 2 fists
You drop real quick for
Disrespecting my clique
If a nigga got a problem
We handling business quick
Hesitation is for bitch ass niggas
Who scared of shit nigga
And I'm rolling by my lonesome, blunt rolled
Top down nigga trip, unload, Glock out
Pull up on him in his
Hometown like what's hot now?
You was talking big noise til I hopped out
West Side, Keep my name out a bop mouth
You gon' make a nigga run up in a bop house
Pull up on him on his own
Block like what's hot now?
You was talking big shit til I hopped out