Tre Dinero - K.O.

Playing the game man I’m rolling the dice
High then a bitch and I’m living life
Ends in KO its not even a fight
Foot on the gas While I run through the Light
Bad bitch she do what I Mofucking say so
I want the cheese the gaup the queso
Nigga you sweet you just look like a faygo
I want the money I’m getting them Bankrolls
Tre is up next and that shit is too real
Don’t have corona but Tre is too ill
Keep steady grinding cause I want a deal
If I don’t get one I’m making it still
My name Dinero I want all the paper
She call me daddy I feel like Vader
I spit these verses like saying a prayer
These niggas act like they have many Layers
Hitting on yo bitch
Tap her with a baseball bat
Yeah yeah
Finna get rich
Nigga you know that’s facts
Yea yeah
Chillin with the crew
Now I’m just screaming out slat
Yeah yeah
Nigga don’t like me
Fuck you how bout that
High then bitch think I landed on Mars
I’m a rockstar I don’t need a guitar
People that love me they say I’m going far
Tell them to love how and who they truly are
Life gets to real and you know I’m gonna make it
Can’t steal my image so don’t try to take it
These niggas lying you know they be snaking
Tre going somewhere these niggas be snaking
Playing the game man I’m rolling the dice
I’m high then a bitch and I’m living life
It ends in KO its not even a fight
Foot on the gas While I run through the light
Bad bitch she do what I Mofucking say so
I want the cheese the gaup the queso
Nigga you sweet you just look like a faygo
I want the money I’m getting them bankrolls
She call me papi I think she is Mexican
These niggas plain they just look like a Mannequin
I got these angels I feel like reverend
I got them demons I send them to hell Again
I want the Rollie and make it my wrist Watch
Your girl was flat till I gave her a pit stop
Now she too boujee she all over tik tok
Don’t carry guns but u step u will get Popped
Nigga what you want
All these bitches talking now they singing Up my song
I just got your lil bitch now I’m taking off Her thong
I just got the new gas nigga smoking out The bong
Hit with a right and I hit with a left
I’m cooking that dope and I feel like a chef
And she’s wearing them stripes and she Look like a ref
I got you bitch and you know that she Screaming
I don’t even know cause u know that she Bleeding
I got the pack and I feel like receiving
These niggas gonna talk but you know That they leaving
Yuh yuh
Nigga they leaving
Nigga you talking that shit and you Creeping
Niggas stay sleeping
Come at me nigga you know that they reaping.

Written by:
Traevon Wilson

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