TRILL IN PARIS

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(Paula, what the f*ck is this?)
N-None my niggas is scared of that, pop out
Nigga pop up then he finna get popped down
Nigga stay tweaking, he finna kick rocks now
Hit up some vultures, I told 'em to flock out
I'm busting shots but he ain't finna bust back
Hitting that shit from the back, finna bust that
He steady bumming, he taking the bus back
Knocking out niggas, I know they gon' trust that
I might fly out to Paris to say I'm like Ye
My bitch like Beyoncé and I'm just like Jay
I'm really top tier with these hands everyday
Nigga put down the blick and just fight me, okay?
F*ck your dead homie, your bro in the grave
And your mans ain't the same
Tryna be like me, you riding my wave
You ain't in my lane, get the f*ck out the way
I been rapping like this since the age of fourteen
He went against Paula, he ain't on the team
And shoutout Young Money, I'm tryna see green
Heard you popping them Percs, them niggas is feins
Feins, feins, do it like me
Tryna be like me but he ain't LP
Sniffing them slopes better put on them skis
Took a step back and you still can't compete
None my niggas is scared of that, pop out
Nigga pop up then he finna get popped down
Nigga stay tweaking, he finna kick rocks now
Hit up some vultures, I told 'em to flock out
I'm busting shots but he ain't finna bust back
Hitting that shit from the back, finna bust that
He steady bumming, he taking the bus back
Knocking out niggas, I know they gon' trust that
I might fly out to Paris to say I'm like Ye
My bitch like Beyoncé and I'm just like Jay
I'm really top tier with these hands everyday
Nigga put down the blick and just fight me, okay?
F*ck your dead homie, your bro in the grave
And your mans ain't the same
Tryna be like me, you riding my wave
You ain't in my lane, get the f*ck out the way
Niggas is stupid, you niggas is losing it
I get the money and pack and I'm doing it
I'm on they neck like giraffe, yeah I'm zooing it
Yeah, I'm the king and my crown isn't moving bitch
You ain't a plug, why the f*ck is you moving shit?
I'm taking spots so you best better move it bitch
That nigga praying to God I don't lose my shit
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Crucifix
None my niggas is scared of that, pop out
Nigga pop up then he finna get popped down
Nigga stay tweaking, he finna kick rocks now
Hit up some vultures, I told 'em to flock out
I'm busting shots but he ain't finna bust back
Hitting that shit from the back, finna bust that
He steady bumming, he taking the bus back
Knocking out niggas, I know they gon' trust that
I might fly out to Paris to say I'm like Ye
My bitch like Beyoncé and I'm just like Jay
I'm really top tier with these hands everyday
Nigga put down the blick and just fight me, okay?
F*ck your dead homie, your bro in the grave
And your mans ain't the same
Tryna be like me, you riding my wave
You ain't in my lane, get the f*ck out the way

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