Trilly Trills & Prince Ak - Figure 4

Thank God the real is back
In the kitchen I been whipping up the trillest rap
They said B be a king so the thrill is back
Coming straight off the wall bitch the thriller's back
You fucking wit' ya nigga Trilly D
When you see me in the street I'm probably mobbin' wit' a fleet uh
Hood down I be on my all black shit
For the held back Johnny Cash of this rap shit
Coming for heads you could assume that
Revitalized nigga this is Boom Trap
Successfully an east coast nigga merging lanes
Slick Rick to ya bullshit you Dana Dane
We up and outta here here we go
All the fly shorties get it on the floor
Don't blow my high wanna see you drop it low
We got it on lock figure four
We up and outta here here we go
All the fly shorties get it on the floor
Don't blow my high wanna see you drop it low
We got it on lock figure four
I'm in and out of there like a short stay
Today was a good day feeling like O'shea
Don't even need roscoe everything ok
Stroll through my hood blowing dour my smoke be from the bay
Or either LA, Oakland, even Colorado
My moola comes first yo homie that's my motto
I don't drink but tonight you'll see me popping bottles
Rose, Belaire, Ciroc wit' gargle
Dancing with divas and models
Look how that chick bod go
Moving at full throttle
I hit it just like the lotto
She all on my magic stick
I'm hoping this chick swallow
Her friend she hella thick
I'm knowing she wanna follow
We up and outta here here we go
All the fly shorties get it on the floor
Don't blow my high wanna see you drop it low
We got it on lock figure four
We up and outta here here we go
All the fly shorties get it on the floor
Don't blow my high wanna see you drop it low
We got it on lock figure four

Written by:
Aaron Smith, Malik Hall

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