S.S. Trill

Elevated mad I had to make sure

Celebrating putting him on shirt

Captivate him putting him in the dirt

Get aggravated when I run out of percs

Been concentrated making songs off the syrup

I'm with the constellations off the earth

Not with the conversations do your work

If you ain't talking about no money then shut the fuck up

Know you a broke boy run it up

I'm a real dope boy double cup

I keep scope boy keep it tucked

Swear to god I keep a chop

Keep it on me like a watch

I ain't worried what he got

Count my money on a yacht

I'm on the S.S. Trill

Gone off the X X pill

Somebody grab the wheel

I cannot hold it still

Gone of the shits bout to swerve

What did I hit that wasn't a curb

Big body whip it could've been her

Bitch I'm the shit and you is a turd

You know that I'm it so get out the word

Get out the word right now

Bout to take over the world right now

I got big bands and I'll never run out

I got big plans know I'll make it out

Big plans know I'll make it out

I'll make it out the hood

For good

Where is my money said bring me the bags

You thought it was funny but I'm on yo ass

That is the last thing that you want me to ask

Woah, he hiding in his hidey hole, Woah

Caught a body hit the road, Woah

Woah Woah

That's a no no

Fucking that bitch got to go go

Hella bodies she a hoe hoe

Pop a molly now she throwed throwed

Throat goat

Shawdy gone run up the neck

After that she give me sex

Hit from the front she got breast

Roll up a blunt what's next

What's next know I'm bout to hit

Hop in the Vette got a new whip

Gone off the X know I'm zooted

I'm zooted, booted, really bout to lose it

Double up the cup and you know I'm bout to use it