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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YSB Tril
YSB Tril
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tae Riley
Tae Riley
Composer
Keegan Bach
Keegan Bach
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KBeaZy
KBeaZy
Producer

Lyrics

Trilly, you the bestest We bring all the action to the party Bands in my Robins, gettin' shit lit, what you mean? I'm the one who got this shit started Them other niggas watchin' Shawty, she gon' drop it off the bean In the back, I'm turnt up New fan on me, I'm burnt up She see me, she get star struck, for real Rich, play hockey, but got no pucks You niggas got bad luck It's a race and I'ma beat you to the mills, yeah All alone, time gone Duckin' from the five-o Just here to get my mulah, get the green, uh New pack full of meds Just crackin' cards, I'm finna slide home Prolly took some from your momma, fuck you mean? (Yeah, yeah) Give me neck, front seat, top back, beamer That's probably why her nigga mad, he know his bitch an eater She re-up on the meat like a pizza, Little Caesars But her nigga, he be simpin', he still beggin' for a feature If I show you what I made, I swear that shit will blow your mind Doin' surgery on your bitch, I had to rearrange her spine Feel like Kyrie, straight assist to my nigga droppin' dimes But like Kobe, I'm up 81, I still be getting mines We bring all the action to the party Bands in my Robins, gettin' shit lit, what you mean? I'm the one who got this shit started Them other niggas watchin' Shawty, she gon' drop it off the bean In the back, I'm turnt up New fan on me, I'm burnt up She see me, she get star struck, for real Rich, play hockey, but got no pucks You niggas got bad luck It's a race and I'ma beat you to the mills (Oh, oh) I got rich, I got your bitch, come get a bag She wanna hop up in the mix and then get hit, we doin' bad (Oh, oh) Her nigga handed me his mixtape, I threw it in the trash (Trash) The key first ___ Colgate I pour me up a cup, I can't think straight Gettin' fucked up, this Henny be the end of me (Oh) Fuck, look at what I've done Don't know what's got into me I'm stickin' with my friends, but I be closer to my enemies Really, it depends if I let 'em come and sit with me If I show you what I made, I swear that shit will blow your mind Doin' surgery on your bitch, I had to rearrange her spine Feel like Kyrie, straight assist to my nigga droppin' dimes But like Kobe, I'm up 81, I still be getting mines We bring all the action to the party Bands in my Robins, gettin' shit lit, what you mean? I'm the one who got this shit started Them other niggas watchin' Shawty, she gon' drop it off the bean In the back, I'm turnt up New fan on me, I'm burnt up She see me, she get star struck, for real Rich, play hockey, but got no pucks You niggas got bad luck It's a race and I'ma beat you to the mills
Writer(s): Keegan Bach, Tae Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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