Troll – devLfg, Drizzy & BigWestt: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

devLfg, Drizzy & BigWestt

Troll

19

Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Troll został wydany 25 grudnia 2025 przez 1ofnone Entertainment LLC jako część albumu Troll - Single

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumTroll - Single

Data wydania25 grudnia 2025

Wytwórnia1ofnone Entertainment LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM100

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

BigWestt

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

BigWestt

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

WoodleyOnthabeat

WoodleyOnthabeat

Producer

Tekst Utworu

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh, yeah

Mm, yeah, uh

Need a new **** 'cause my old one be on ho shit

Flexin' like he really bagged up, his ass a broke bitch

Yeah

Hoes be thinkin' they be givin' out the tea when they don't know shit

I like super thick bitches 'cause I don't got it on me

Say he got a couple P's, bitch, come drop it on me

If I'ma put you on a play, how you gon' pop it on me?

Don't DM me 'bout none of these **** if you gon' block me, mami

Bitches weak sauce 'bout the dick, I got hella pots

My last **** CPN god, still got hella spots

Screenshots all in his phone, I got hella drops

She be callin' every **** daddy, bitch got hella pops

You ain't never let off shots, he got hella props

Act like we don't know you sellin' pussy, bitch got hella twat

Keep a few **** in rotation, this a better swap

Love my new **** 'cause he real and give me better top, uh

BigWestt the shit popper, I'm tryna spin shit

Send his ass back to the streets 'cause I ain't sharin' shit

Tell me if I'm pretty, I don't do good with all that starin' shit

Real raw bitch, I make him eat it with the hair and shit

Need a new bitch, the old one cliqued up with all my haters

Put a cape around his neck, he's Mr. Captain Save Her

Got cuts all on my hands from tryna count this paper

Knowin' I ain't pullin' back up, tell him, "I'll see you later"

Knowin' I ain't pullin' back up, tell him to Zelle it through

Rich-ass **** bust down with a missing roof

Big-ass rims hit the curb on a pretty coupe

**** actin' tender, well, turn 'em chicken noodle soup

I'ma keep showin' my ass like I got some

Fake-ass rap gangster bitches make me drop somethin'

Pussy so fresh like bubblegum, she tryna pop somethin'

I ain't goin' never broke again, I make 'em top somethin'

I said tell a freak bitch hit her knees and make her top somethin' (Okay)

I left without fuckin' and came back like you forgot somethin' (Yeah)

She shakin' ass and make it clap, sound like the Glock bustin' (Yeah)

Why he got that gun on him? He ain't gon' pop nothin' (Brrt)

We slid and all he seen was red lights like it's a stop comin' (Brrt)

We gon' keep trollin' your ass until you drop somethin' (Yeah, ****)

Just put me on a song and I swear to God I get the spot jumpin' (Man)

This **** tried to run off with a verse and he got jammed up (Uh-huh)

I'm at the corner position like an loiter addiction (Yeah)

This **** say he gettin' pape', he the coldest with fiction (Uh-huh)

I can make your money disappear, I'm the coldest magician (Yeah)

Pull up fast shit and back it in, we just park 'em outside (Brrt, brrt)

Supposed to put the Hellcat up, but we just park 'em outside (Yeah)

Fucked some lil' shit and bent her over in the parking garage

I think I'm scared of tens, nowadays, I been sharkin' for nines (Uh-huh)

Don't wanna see your face when we fuck, can we start from behind? (For real)

That's what I asked this bitch when she said I'm her favorite rapper (Yeah)

Cut the movie on when we start fuckin', we can change it after

Once upon a time, he was an opp until we made him Casper

Spin his block again when he talk out, I don't engage in chatter

I don't condone that shit (At all)

If I snap my fingers, chopper hit his dome and get him gone that quick (Bah)

Don't wear no other clothes when on the road, if it ain't Chrome, that's it

Or torture him with stones while he at home, I'm kinda wrong for this

AK in the backseat (What?), hatchback with the black seats (Yeah)

He tried to run from us when we pulled up, but he had flat feet

Can bounce out of a black Jeep, ain't heard of you, your stats weak

Don't think you boys should try to fuck around because we pack heat (On God)

Like I'm for real, I'm totin' pole inside the studio

Shot dog in his chest and it's the size of someone bootyhole

Bald-heads in the clip, these bitches lookin' like they Doodie Lo (Yeah)

This bitch done got around with every team like Ricky Rubio (Rubio)

Written by: Big Westt

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