Worldwide Playa - Trilland

U know what it is
U get tested in the land of the trill
U don't really believe that shit
I'm from where I don't need that nigga or bitch
U get hit up if u around here or ride with a snitch
I'm real nigga to the day I die I want never switch

I'm from the land of the trill
Where caps pill
Its real in the field
Get killed or be killed
We still come down working wood on the wheel rest in peace pimp c
The streets an't what they use to be
Screens steady falling
Bowbers steady calling
Sipping lean my hustle game is mean
A black king wearing bling
Stepping out clean
In a candy coated machine
That slab be tearing down that ave
As I pump that real shit out the lab
Give it all that I have
Braking them off like I was a maniac
I know ya'll see the 5th waving
The slab miss behaving
The speakers in the back
With all that slap
I got to get to the money
Like bees to the honey
U know u hear me coming

Its the real deal like evander hollyfield
I'm tring to make mills like meek mills
Pop the seal
Real gez don't squeal
It's tated on me the way I live
Have the young gladiators to run up in your crib
U better know what it is
Shot first than pull up in the hearse
I drop hot shit to quinch my thirst
These boys are fraud nicki
minaj
I came up hard
Now I got clout in the garage
House on the hill
U try to brake in testing the trill
Ask bund b will ya get hit with the steel
Can I live too trill
Baby face these hoes
with that wip appeal
They love the shining grills
We been had gold and diamonds on the neck and wrist
321 James Harden swish

Written by:
CHARLES BALDWIN

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