Teejayx6, Lex Luger - Triler lyrics
[Teejayx6, Lex Luger - Triler lyrics]
Bitch! Wow what the fuck?
Alright bitch!
Man, what the fuck?
I just keep gettin' richer
And niggas just keep hatin' on me
They don't know I hit they bitches, nigga
God my witness i gotta keep me a pistol
Make 'em dance like a Triller
I ain't never said I was a killer
But if a nigga try me, i'ma kill him
I ain't record no accidentals
We used to ride in rentals
In the back of a sprinter
With a chopstick like I'm 'bout
To go to dinner
I'm on the block every day like a center
Custom my whip, 5K for a fender
Take all the money off your card
I'm a trickster she suck my dick
Now she think I'ma kiss her
Shoot a lil' nigga like
"Pow" Right in the kisser
He on the floor like "Ah" Damn
I know that shit hurt
Whippin' the pot, right with the mixer
She bring drinks in the club
She think I'ma tip her
This bitch hit, damn, she need a fix-up
Lame ass niggas on the Gram
They just dick suck
In the hood with my ice, nigga
I ain't puttin' shit up
Said that I'm broke
You just makin' shit up
Ran out of Wok, need to fill up my cup
Yeah she got a nigga, he a lil' ass crumb
Nigga, I ain't sippin' no no pints
I'ma grab some more pokin' shit up
Nigga, sendin' my weed overnight
I ain't waitin' all days
You can pay that fee
'Bout to scoop this cash on
The way to the east
Everybody with me gettin' plated
At the feast my OG was right when she said
"Don't play in the street"
Bake a nigga ass, I don't play with no beef
Fuck it, i'ma keep on scorin' 'cause
The opps like defense
Trap more crowded than the Miami beaches
Nigga, he ain't ballin'
He just sittin' on the bleachers
Yeah, he be over there with the teachers
Damn, boy your money little like Caesars
When I'm on the block
Niggas treat me like Jesus
I just keep gettin' richer
And niggas just keep hatin' on me
They don't know I hit they bitches, nigga
God my witness i gotta keep me a pistol
Make 'em dance like a Triller
I ain't never said I was a killer
But if a nigga try me, i'ma kill him
Alright bitch!
Man, what the fuck?
I just keep gettin' richer
And niggas just keep hatin' on me
They don't know I hit they bitches, nigga
God my witness i gotta keep me a pistol
Make 'em dance like a Triller
I ain't never said I was a killer
But if a nigga try me, i'ma kill him
I ain't record no accidentals
We used to ride in rentals
In the back of a sprinter
With a chopstick like I'm 'bout
To go to dinner
I'm on the block every day like a center
Custom my whip, 5K for a fender
Take all the money off your card
I'm a trickster she suck my dick
Now she think I'ma kiss her
Shoot a lil' nigga like
"Pow" Right in the kisser
He on the floor like "Ah" Damn
I know that shit hurt
Whippin' the pot, right with the mixer
She bring drinks in the club
She think I'ma tip her
This bitch hit, damn, she need a fix-up
Lame ass niggas on the Gram
They just dick suck
In the hood with my ice, nigga
I ain't puttin' shit up
Said that I'm broke
You just makin' shit up
Ran out of Wok, need to fill up my cup
Yeah she got a nigga, he a lil' ass crumb
Nigga, I ain't sippin' no no pints
I'ma grab some more pokin' shit up
Nigga, sendin' my weed overnight
I ain't waitin' all days
You can pay that fee
'Bout to scoop this cash on
The way to the east
Everybody with me gettin' plated
At the feast my OG was right when she said
"Don't play in the street"
Bake a nigga ass, I don't play with no beef
Fuck it, i'ma keep on scorin' 'cause
The opps like defense
Trap more crowded than the Miami beaches
Nigga, he ain't ballin'
He just sittin' on the bleachers
Yeah, he be over there with the teachers
Damn, boy your money little like Caesars
When I'm on the block
Niggas treat me like Jesus
I just keep gettin' richer
And niggas just keep hatin' on me
They don't know I hit they bitches, nigga
God my witness i gotta keep me a pistol
Make 'em dance like a Triller
I ain't never said I was a killer
But if a nigga try me, i'ma kill him