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I got two whips

Plus wheels (what) 

Pulling up in ya grill im so trill 

Ya girl want cosmos, crysteels (fuck outa here)

And she feeling around for them bills. 

Bitch im trill, (you don't hear me though) bitch im so trill (what?) 

Nigga im trill, (you don't hear me though) nigga im so trill (what, what?) 

I got my steel 

I will pulling up in ya grill i'm so trill

Ya girl want cosmos, crysteels 

And she feeling around for them bills. 

Bitch im trill, (you don't hear me though) bitch im so trill (what?) 

Nigga im trill, (you don't hear me though) nigga im so trill (what, what?)



Verse 1

Pusha-T:

G's up, rev them V's up 

Federallies trying to reach us to keep us

Flooded pieces, diamond size Reeses pieces 

You know who he is, nigga talk show like Regis 

King Push flow prestigious (what?) 

Hoes suck me like leaches

X's O's, tic tac toes

Fuck em, duck em, let them go

On to the next, rock em on the decks of the cali low-lows 

Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals

New York, Range Rove, sitting on momo's

Pitcher in that Bently GT, "OH NO"

Flow chamillion, worth bout a million

Cell bolivian, feds in oblivion

Bitch brazillian, purse reptillian

Took her from far off island like Gilligan



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Verse 2

Malice:

It's me ma... you aint dreaming

Star struck bitch, damn they stop breathing

So real that hun aint believing 

Out my bracelets, she can't make ____ reason

Soon as you get your heart involved

Thats where I fall back Love, au revoir

So international, French riviera

Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera

Who cares when these fools talk 

Don't mean jack till that tool gotta talk

Icy wrist help me to cool off

And the second hand in this bitch will moon walk 

Reminds me how I applied my self 

And why I now ride with tiptronic health 

Bank roll on overload, I eenie meenie minie mo them hoes 

I'm so trill



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Verse 3

Pusha-T:

So many different things make me trill 

Start with that "B" with wings over the grill 

Maybe how my ways with words make me mills 

Or maybe it's my way with birds, digital skills 

Young, restless, talk so reckless 

200 thoushand up in my necklace

Four of ya Hummers wrapped round my neck bitch

I aint mention the rolly redneck like texas. 



Malice:

To ya'll ill wishas that wanna take part

In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart. 

And I'll waste ya, hell i'll raise ya

Even let them cheat from my paper

Why does wealth make them hate me

And makes chicks hearts so achy breaky 

Rarely do I toot my own horn. 

But ya fellas got too far gone now comeback



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