Trill Dollar & Dollar Bin & Trilly Trills - Sofrito

I got the sauce
I get to the bag
Im back on my fly shit
They jacking the swag
And you'n want no smoke
You a bitch and a half
They popping that shit
I'm popping a tag
From the streets boy
Got the glow I'm bruce leroy
Catch ya shots with my teeth boy
Going hard up in Decoy
Oxtail in my wontons when I fine dine
This is don juan
Shorty shaking them pom poms
Dembow when it's grind time
Niggas weak with that sneak diss but I don't play around a nigga rhyme rhyme
Eating rapper niggas nom nom
St Germaine up in Chandon, uh
They jockin him when I be clocking in nigga i'm back on my job
You see him it's not morgan freeman but you in the presence of God
I got the sauce
I get to the bag
Im back on my fly shit
They jacking the swag
And you'n want no smoke
You a bitch and a half
They popping that shit
Im popping a tag
Bag getter, swag nigga, get that percy miller
Yah, bout it
Say you Trill but I doubt it
Hit the block and rerouted
Called that audible and got out it
Yah, dilly dilly
Brick city move the rock like a milly, really
Uh, SMD fuck boi be tryna test my G
But them shooters move like a looper hit a nigga c'est la vie
We getting it niggas is lit and it got niggas riding the wave
We killing it while we be stealing it nigga I'm digging ya grave uh
I got the sauce
I get to the bag
Im back on my fly shit
They jacking the swag
And you'n want no smoke
You a bitch and a half
They popping that shit
I'm popping a tag

Written by:
Aaron Smith

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