[Hook]
God damn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem n***as gonna be feeling this
East coast n***a, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a sh**, my ignorance is still a bliss
[Screwed]
God damn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem n***as gonna be feeling this
East coast n***a, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a sh**, my ignorance is still a bliss
[Verse 1]
Stone cold love
Rose gold slugs
I could afford it
I imported stone cold d**
Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned n***a
Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned n***a
Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans n***a
Slash lean sipping, Tennessee n***a, Nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music
A trill n***a to the truest
Show you how to do this
My all gold grills give her cold chills
Said she's got a coke feel cause I'm so trill
Two dope boy scales, what I sold hails
No L, put her on her feet, toe nails
Them vampires, them blood s**ers, them thirsty k**ers
We bout it bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy Miller
For really real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I'm bout to k**a, I'm bout my skrilla
Give me the title, then give me the cash
Fold it then bag it then move to the trash
Follow my stash
Stealing my swag
n***as is wickity wickity wack
Like Kriss Kross
Her lip gloss, slip-ons get slipped off
My b**h, boss, Cristal
We smoking then thinking then burning that hash
Puff it and pa**
Making it last
Walk in my shoes
And cross in my path
Game was for grabs
Making them crash
Took in a section
And giving they back
[Screwed]
f** the money, f** the fame, this is real life
The insights of my trill life
[Hook]