T-Bo DaVip & 1blocko - Truffles (feat. Quez4real)

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Ayy, Quez what the hell
T-Bo
Good dope
Don't even pull it out, put that shit up
Need to call me Annis, how walking with the bucks
Extra vibes coming, had to switch to a truck
Exercise bike, fuck around, got buff
Five star food, make sure I get stuffed
Big dawg around me, why you hanging with the pups
Dodging the police tryna stay out the cuffs
You a good boy, better stay out the bluff
Chasing these racks, I don't got time to cuddle
I just caught two bitches, I think they a couple
All my shit be sliding, you can put it on shuffle
I had to serve that boy OG, he thought he was getting truffles
Sit his ass down, tell you man, come, pick you back up, pussy
Riding, round town, nigga masked up
Nigga ain't no rookie
I got that five-seven sitting on the seat
And you know the Glock came automatic fully
I got them killers hanging out the top of the Jeep
Riding, round on my bully
Nigga, can fuck my bitch, I fuck his bitch
I guess you can call that get back
Nigga, can fuck my bitch, I was on them percs
Man, I swear to God, I ain't feel that
Riding, round five percent, low key, and each one of my pockets feel like five racks
Nigga's know my earrings cost a key
Her pussy wasn't nothing
I wouldn't even buy that
Don't even pull it out, put that shit up
Need to call me Annis, how walking with the bucks
Extra vibes coming, had to switch to a truck
Exercise bike, fuck around, got buff
Five star food, make sure I get stuffed
Big dawg around me, why you hanging with the pups
Dodging the police tryna stay out the cuffs
You a good boy, better stay out the bluff
Chasing these racks, I don't got time to cuddle
I just caught two bitches, I think they a couple
All my shit be sliding, you can put it on shuffle
I had to serve that boy OG, he thought he was getting truffles
Soufside, soufside
Ten racks, they stuffed in the duffel
My neck, my wrist had to scuffle
These diamonds be hitting like knuckles
I been pushing these pounds, getting muscle
Hit on the cougar and call her a Uber
Shit cloudy need call you a jeweler
Good brain, she could probably be a tutor
This forty look like it came with a ruler
On the block, shooting dice, with a shooter
Remember of them day had to come home, ramen dem noodles
I don't know what you doing
Bankroll fat like some Patrick Ewing's
Make the fin come back like a class reunion
Put it on, put it on, put it on, main hoe, side ho, still can't get alone
Get it gone, get it gone, I'm going Ape on the block like I'm motherfucking Diddy Kong (Soufside)
Don't even pull it out, put that shit up
Need to call me Annis, how walking with the bucks
Extra vibes coming, had to switch to a truck
Exercise bike, fuck around, got buff
Five star food, make sure I get stuffed
Big dawg around me, why you hangin' with the pups
Dodging the police tryna stay out the cuffs
You a good boy, better stay out the bluff
Chasing these racks, I don't got time to cuddle
I just caught two bitches, I think they a couple
All my shit be sliding, you can put it on shuffle
I had to serve that boy OG, he thought he was getting truffles

Written by:
Jamal Mincey, Marquez LouderC, Terrance Beauford

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