Trisket Fargo - Hillbilly

Yeah
White girl red neck
Or still a hillbilly
Whatever you wanna call it
She with me
Capital P on my hat
I can’t show you no pitty
Cause my niggas litty
Everything I do is 50 on 50
Cause niggas gone act like they timid I could do this in a minute
I promise no gimmicks
But leal said make shit wicked
Let’s go
I told you I’m on it just call it
Give me the beat I demolish
I’m ready to ball just be cautious
Coupe did a hunnit she nauseous
Just to be where I’m at it’s a process
In order to win I took losses
You said that it’s real but it tarnish Just keep this shit honest
Track hawk start to roar in the back like a mascot
Envelope filled with 20’s and 50’s
And rubber bands I call the cash box
Hillbilly wanna chill with a cowboy Tell that hoe I’m not Prescott
Blue coat
Still counting up big twenties
Like I been hit the jackpot
Shit is facts
Nigga I’m deep in my bag
Never left but I feel like I’m back
Made a left just find where he at Everything that I do is on track
I’m tired but won’t come in last
You could track
Where I’m at on a graph
Like tinder it’s green when I match
All the money I got in the stash
No keys nigga I push on the button To skrt on your ass
Fuck a degree but I promise
I still keep my class
She said that I promise too much
But I don’t know about that
Only promises made to myself
Can’t do no one else
I break that shit fast
No cap
I only could tell you the truth
It’s a vibe when I step in the booth Take a second to really get loose When I’m up
Then I’m ready to groove
Just like Uzi you still gotta move, Sipping henny
I know that it’s smooth
Well to me I don’t know about you Won’t be long
Till we get you removed
White girl red neck
Or still a hillbilly
Whatever you wanna call it
She with me
Capital P on my hat
I can’t show you no pitty
Cause my niggas litty
Everything I do is 50 on 50
Cause niggas gone act like they timid I could do this in a minute
I promise no gimmicks
But leal said make shit wicked
Let’s go
I told you I’m on it just call it
Give me the beat I demolish
I’m ready to ball just be cautious
Coupe did a hunnit she nauseous
Just to be where I’m at it’s a process
In order to win I took losses
You said that it’s real but it tarnish Just keep this shit honest

Written by:
Triston Thomas

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