Hit-Boy - Keep It Trilla lyrics

[Verse 1: Zay] First off, we hustling, smuggling, young n***a tryna get filthy rich I fell off for a second now I'm back with a vengeance Tryna make 'em feel Presence 'til they sick of it Uh, Yeah I know you feeling this, young n***a known to spit trilla sh** Uh, Yeah I been k**ing sh**, n***a name another that's real as this My Puerto Rican call me papi, I swear that she be the baddest My white girl Call me daddy, I swear that her a** the fattest She love to talk about it, swear that nothing gon' happen Told her skip the Conversation, cause I'm all about that action [Hook: Zay] Keep It Trilla, We Sipping That Drank & Rollin' Up Swishers Keep It Trilla, Going hard in the paint they could never defend us Keep It Trilla, Its MOB man f** yo feelings S5 we don't give a f**, f** S5 we don't give a f**, f** [Verse 2: Zay] I'm on that G-sh**, weed lit, Macking round with three chicks Gang 6, that's my clique, your main girl's my side b**h That fly sh**, thought I told before, Finish my cup then I pour up some more Cuffing a** n***as they stay patrol, fronting a** n***a just stick your role How long we been gone for? We smoking on Lance Armstrong And all these b**hes down to blow, so we just call them time bombs I'm on one, I'm logged on, what the f** do a n***a got to try for? Tell ASAP, Come f** with ya boy, I'm a light skinned pretty flacko [Hook: Zay] Keep It Trilla, We Sipping That Drank & Rollin' Up Swishers Keep It Trilla, Going hard in the paint they could never defend us Keep It Trilla, Its MOB man f** yo feelings S5 we don't give a f**, f** S5 we don't give a f**, f** [Verse 3: Blitz] I said she light skinned, she might win, my trust if she wanna show more skin A she'll sin, cause she f** with ya boy, So in but she f** with my boy f** that now she f** with the man, Trust that your b**h in good hands Love that, I'm stuck in a trance, Bottles go up with the blunt in my hand I'm faded, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday b**h Saturdays I don't remember Sundays are for church & sh** Woke up in a new Mustang from dreaming 'bout Bugatti's Lit another, then I f** her on some slow romantic Weeknd sh** [Hook: Zay] Keep It Trilla, We Sipping That Drank & Rollin' Up Swishers Keep It Trilla, Going hard in the paint they could never defend us Keep It Trilla, Its MOB man f** yo feelings S5 we don't give a f**, f** S5 we don't give a f**, f** [Verse 4: Zay] n***a tell me why I'm underrated & most hated Like I don't seem to body everything I touch I'm on the road to greatness, I been ya favorite I got no patience I don't give a f** It's my turn, your gig is up, Rolling plenty blunts of that sticky stuff These phony n***as they fake as f**, Don't open your mouth if you finna front Uh, bad b**hes all off E, but I'm macking with my OG's Middle finger if you tryna front on me b**h a** n***as, y'all could blow deez Smile in my face, but they talk behind my back Cause they know that's the only way we'll ever interact And there is no debating I'm one of the best And I bodied the track, sh** I'm making a mess [Hook: Zay] Keep It Trilla, We Sipping That Drank & Rollin' Up Swishers Keep It Trilla, Going hard in the paint they could never defend us Keep It Trilla, Its MOB man f** yo feelings S5 we don't give a f**, f** S5 we don't give a f**, f**