Trollin (feat. TopClapper, Quano215 & NoBreakSir)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, we hoppin' out, ain't no coppin' out He can't clap, uh Niggas lyin', know they wreckin', do shit to the camp Yeah, I'm spinnin', I've seen bendin Where the f*ck y'all niggas at Take it easy, spin that block Yeah, I'm tryna go hit a hat F*ck the six, they clickin' knots Yeah, them niggas don't get a pass I swear we puttin' belt to ass Yeah, them niggas act like the jazz What the f*ck, bro, they mess Yeah, you know I'm mad as shit Yeah, them niggas bump shooters How you had me, but you miss Do you wanna take that risk Suit it up, we about to spin S4 was a fighter, K3 was dead as shit Tryin' trollin', just a dick Get up close and hit his head Lil' dog, I put a bid Don't be laggin' when we spin The five never on these strips, uh Yeah, the five never on these strips, uh Yeah, 4350, if you ain't know Then I'm a trooper, nigga All eyes, real soft They got guns, but never pull the trigger I been tryna chill Keep it calm, my pockets gettin' thicker We got lots of shots For any boys who pulls up in them pictures They slime, yeah We really on that Jummy took a pic on five-six And got a skull crack Long with the members This on them, we want them all packed All I heard was shots, fire Niggas started gettin' back Don't think we ain't gettin' back The ass, man, it gettin' lat Talk about some get-back Like Kyrie, he ain't get wet Talk about the gods Chewin' locusts, we be playin' that Hit a nigga face Just for sayin That he claim that rack Shot it to his body Never know what's comin' next Uh, Jummy order food Next thing you know, he got put to rest Two shooters, 10 past top Ain't gon' lie, I made a mess All the opps turkey Turned they block into a mess Nine, nine, nine, eight Pinnin' on a nine With fake shorts And they got me laid Them niggas bitches Don't wanna pop out They just watchin' Page We grabbin' all the different Glocks It's time to fix it, five That shit a ghost man So we took five-six and six-six So where the f*ck is FS They don't even got a shirt I keep my face out the mix But I'm the one that's in the hits But I still pop up out that V If I hear a crazy diss Like, get low That's his name You know I won't fuckin' miss Walk down I never touch the blick That I can't handle I take big risks If I don't come back from that drill That mean I'm bout to get that shit Like, why the f*ck That little boy in the street Got bullied at 10-14 Like, when the f*ck These niggas join me Chillin' in these jeans When I think about the guys I just start to get a chill Everybody in that ride I told bro to push the wheel I told my niggas we outside Till the day I get that deal We try and whack them niggas head They say they actin Let's be for real We on the fly And I'm there Cause I'm on the look And f*ck Kai I heard he got it in his leg Next time he gon' die Let's give him six Cause the young Bullseye Keep droppin' all these dicks Whole time That shit ass I don't know why he even drop the shit I can't wait to catch Lil' Strike in 33 Them niggas vixxed They gon' get hit in they shit They must forgot about how it get I like to smoke the ones that did And I can't wait to smoke the rest If you know it F*ck the ass Cause my boy hit the best The opps pressure I just smoke on Don's shot Because them niggas extra And they homies like the Tessas When we see him We gon' stretch him We ain't playin We gon' wet him I told bro we need a new opp He said, come on Let's go get him Drop a ass That ain't gon' get you shit But fucked up That ain't gon' get you shit But sucked up Claim the ass We might not even do shit Them niggas chunks They ain't get back for their young They talkin' about shit They ain't done It's fuckin' 5 and time dead You know I ain't standin What C-Mo said Double up Them niggas scared Shots are flyin By high air Them niggas don't Play block I'm startin' to think They disappeared Opps droppin All these songs Run and slide They never there Them boys might as well get a loan Cause they been dicky In all year They got all these fuckin' blocks And we ain't screamin It ain't fair We playin' live And just stare In the deep ass Everyday I'm outside Without a mask We ain't givin' out a pass We try and do them niggas bad All these rappers Really trash And they dissin Really ass I wouldn't lie If this shit was hot I would give y'all some props But it's not You niggas need to stop We try and get a drop Open shop For the bros We try and hit a top They don't wanna send no lows I send a bitch to get a drop We slidin' with a lot of poles We outside that nigga's spot And we don't go