TRILL830FINESSA - Certified

Damn, D-Mart, this bitch hard as a motherfucker
(Aye, Trill830Finessa mayne)
Ayy, see it took a few months, but a nigga now certified
Came off the block, lil' nigga, I ain't never lied
Broke the whole pound down just with my left eye

Right with the other, I peep all the dead lies
Yeah, bad lil' bitch in the flesh with the headline
Want me forever, I need me bout one time
Labels ain't callin' but watch how I televise

Numbers keep addin', so I know they watchin' mine
Look, I'm up in the trap, sellin' packs, I ain't never dry
Clientele callin', that mean that I'm certified
Nigga, don't pick up the gun, if he ain't, never slide

Tatos on glocks, so that shit never televised
Lazy fugazi ass, niggas can't spend a dime
Bitch ate the dick then she dipped, I ain't wastin' time
ESG label on fours, yeah, we pourin' lines

Straight off the deal, yeah, trill, never wastin' time
Yeah, the rules of the game, don't never lie
Caught up in traffic too much, then you never drive
Niggas that claimin' they shop for a heavy price

Really, the niggas that frontin, they never buy
Bitches that claimin' I fucked, I ain't never tried
Straight off the rip, yeah the dick make 'em energized
Bitches be tweakin' the fuck, I be lookin' like
I just focus, I peep who analyze

Up on the motion, I made niggas terrified
Runnin' blood alley get trucked, I don't never try
Feel like D.Henry, I'm up with the whole tide
Feel like J.Kelce Philly snap with the O-Line

Deep in the woods, yeah, I feel like a gold mine
Fuck with my bitch and the bitch on the coke line
Run up some money, my niggas, it's bow time
Back in the trill, on the track, since the old times

A couple years later, we up on the Showtime
448, he gon' lock and, record live
Quan-milli mill, he gon' step in the goal line
Feel like fourtnette, flex my chest on the nose dive

Back on the track, give me four, five
Runnin' the track like I'm Bolt, on the headline
Yeah, runnin' the track like I'm Jeezy it's sell time
My life or yours, lil nigga, sho damn mine

Couple years later, we up on the Showtime
448, he gon' lock and , record live
Quan-milli mill, he gon' step in the goal line
Feel like fourtnette, flex my chest on the nose dive

Yeah, runnin' it back on the track, give me four, five
Runnin' the track like I'm Bo, I'm the headliner
Yeah, runnin' the track like I'm Jeezy it's sell time
My life for yours, nigga, sho damn mine

Took a few months, but a nigga now certified
Came off the block, lil' nigga, I ain't never lied
Right with the other, I peep all the dead lies
Yeah, bad lil' bitch in the flesh with the headline

Want me forever, I need me bout' one time
Labels ain't callin', but watch how I televise
Yeah, numbers keep addin', so I know they watchin' mine
Yeah, I'm up in the trap, sellin' packs, I ain't never dry

Clientele callin', that mean that I'm certified
Yeah, nigga, don't pick up the gun, if he ain't never slide
Tatos on glocks, that shit, never televise
Lazy fugazi ass nigga, can't spend a dime

Bitch ate the dick then she dipped, I ain't wastin' time
Yeah, ESG label, on fours, yeah, we pourin' lines
Straight off the deal, yeah, trill never wastin' time

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Trill 830

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