YSB Tril - ALL DA ACTION lyrics

[Intro] (Trilly, you the bestest) [Chorus] Uh, we bring all the action to the party Bands in my Robin's, gettin' sh*t lit, what you mean? I'm the one who got this sh*t started Them other ni**as watchin' Shawty, she gon' drop it off the bean In the back, I'm turnt up No fan on me, I'm burnt up She see me, she get star struck, for real Rich, play hockey, but got no pucks You ni**as got bad luck It's a race and I'ma beat you to the mills, yeah [Verse 1] All alone, time gone, duckin' from the five-oh Just here to get my mulah, get this green, uh New pack full of meds, just crackin' cards, I'm finna slide home Prolly took some from your mama, fu*k you mean? (Yeah, yeah) Give me neck, front seat, top back, Bimmer That's probably why her ni**a mad, he know his b*tch an eater She re-up on the meat like a pizza, Little Caesars But her ni**a, he be simpin', he still beggin' for a feature [Pre-Chorus] If I show you what I made, I swear that sh*t'll blow your mind Doin' surgery on your b*tch, I had to rearrange her spine Feel like Kyrie, straight assist to my ni**as droppin' dimes Feel like Kobe, I'm up eighty-one, I still be getting mines [Chorus] Uh, we bring all the action to the party Bands in my Robin's, gettin' sh*t lit, what you mean? I'm the one who got this sh*t started Them other ni**as watchin' Shawty, she gon' drop it off the bean In the back, I'm turnt up No fan on me, I'm burnt up She see me, she get star struck, for real Rich, play hockey, but got no pucks You ni**as got bad luck It's a race and I'ma beat you to the mills [Verse 2] Oh, oh, I got rich, I got your b*tch, come get a bag You wanna hop up in the mix and then get hit, we doin' bad (Oh, oh) Her ni**a handed me his mixtape, I threw it in the trash (Trash) The key fresher than some Colgate I pour me up a cup, I can't think straight Oh yeah, gettin' fu*ked up, this Henny be the end of me Oh fu*k, 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 [Pre-Chorus] If I show you what I made, I swear that sh*t'll blow your mind Doin' surgery on your b*tch, I had to rearrange her spine Feel like Kyrie, straight assist to my ni**as droppin' dimes Feel like Kobe, I'm up eighty-one, I still be getting mines [Chorus] Uh, we bring all the action to the party Bands in my Robin's, gettin' sh*t lit, what you mean? I'm the one who got this sh*t started Them other ni**as watchin' Shawty, she gon' drop it off the bean In the back, I'm turnt up No fan on me, I'm burnt up She see me, she get star struck, for real Rich, play hockey, but got no pucks You ni**as got bad luck It's a race and I'ma beat you to the mills