Trilly Trills & Dollar Bin & Trill Dollar - Set The Alarm

Six million ways to die, choose all
And another four
Go against the boi
Ain't really gotta rap I just rep the Bricks
Got the sharks on attack cease and desists
Going out in the mail
Hittas won't tell, how I just shine like fish on the scale
They rather lie like Trilly too frail
I'm Missy on top of the hill
Supa duper fly humor lies in niggas thinking that they gon come and supervise
I'm beating on any hater that scrutinize
I stepped out of the booth no suit and tie like that
Looking at these goofies it's about that motherfucking time
Hate to see a playa shine
On they necks one hundred times
Looking at these goofies it's about that motherfucking time
Set the time on my alarm
Back to work I'm on my job
Clocking in, work
And again, work
Clocking in, work
And again, work
I ran the numbers checked the score
It's like I'm on top of the law
Running through the halls and leaving 'em on the floor
I looked and stepped over the corpse
Then popped the cham and celebrate it with fam
Spitkicker killer I'm killing the flim flam, ahhh
Hitting 'em all with one shot
Pyrex spitter I'm cooking in one pot
Send shorty to the mall with the card and forget it
Only gold diggers like y'all and I get it
Imma never fall for y'all way of living
Really too gone got the bomb and I lit it what
Looking at these goofies it's about that motherfucking time
Hate to see a playa shine
On they necks one hundred times
Looking at these goofies it's about that motherfucking time
Set the time on my alarm
Back to work I'm on my job
Clocking in, work
And again, work
Clocking in, work
And again, work

Written by:
Aaron Smith

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