[Hook]
Goddamn, how real is this?
I know them ho n***as gon' be feeling this
East Coast n***a, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a sh**, my ignorance is still a bliss
Goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem n***as gon' 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]
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, but I sold pills
No deal, 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 trap
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 then cross in my path
Game was for grabs, making 'em crash
Took in a section ain't giving it back
f** the money, f** the fame, this is real life
An insight to my trill life
Clams
[Hook 2]
Goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling this
East Coast n***a, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a sh**, my ignorance is still a bliss