Suicideyear - Klsdfjlg lyrics

[Verse 1: Bobby Trill] Black ski mask with the black tusk Real n***a sh** blood splattered trunks Louis body bag funeral tux Money in the clip let that rugar buck But Im'a keep trill, Gucci loafers cost a hundred thousand Bricks in the stash house, scoop your chick like Bowser Off the molly water shawty I could do without ya f** a main b**h, drop her like I'm Doogie Howser Money on my mind, go on do the damn thing Drugs on the dresser kunai choppin' lines of mescaline Liquid acid dripping off the top until it melts my brain Ridin' with 600 goons and they all swervin' switchin' lanes up homie [Hook: Bobby Trill] x2 What you need ho, what you what you need ho? b**h I'm swagged out, know you love my steelo With my team here pull up in the tinted range Fendi vagabonds puffin' sour lemonade [Verse 2: Bobby Trill] In the cut b**h molly finna make ya twerk Yellow diamonds 'round ya neck, Fendi on logo on your purse Now I can break you down and hit that spot with just a little work Have you moanin' out my name, pull them titties out your shirt Hit it once I'm out the door...and she ain't even know Pushin' on your bu*tons girl but I don't need no cheat codes This a game of sharks and Bobby Trill still the realest n***a Bruce Lee flow no karate kid more Master Splinter Check me by the waist belt, just to hold my nunchucks Box logo to the dome, Steel Reserve in my cup Hawaiian shirt pressed just to match my bucket hat Exodia deck in the front pocket keepin' strapped up n***a [Hook] x2 [Bridge: Bobby Trill] Fendi Vagabonds, Fendi, Fendi, Vagabonds Fendi Vagabonds, Fendi, Fendi, Vagabonds With my team here pull up in the tinted range Fendi Vagabonds puffin' sour lemonade [Verse 3: Bobby Trill] Powdered covered nostrils, Auf Wiedersehen Greedy pill hoes neck for a flat or 10 Welcome to the penthouse you can bring a friend We break 'em off like toffee loney boy clique bukkake Coolin' with my team, LBC, screamin' we the sh** Pretty young thugs in the cut no destructo disk Versace shades on, blocking out a solar flare 40oz on my hip, grip and sip while pullin' out the money clip To make it rain...on these bad hoes Send 'em to the shadow realm, scoop some more in Tokyo My chakra flows are unbalanced, self-inflicted overdose Six star outlaws trill kick it with the fendi vagabonds