Lil Trill

By Rx Papi

On Dawg Storm

Released on March 22, 2023

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[Intro]

Brainstorm went crazy on the beat, yuh


[Verse]

My young nigga ready to catch him a body

If he screaming any gang, then a nigga gonn' die about it

Young [?], shoot shit out a widebody

Put my wrist in the bowl, cook that shit like hibachi

V2 truck, souped up, this a Maserati

Walked in with a whole lotta yeah, don't you tell nobody

Every nigga standing 'round me, they very solid

Yano up the fire, fuck around and hit everybody

Bitches be hoes, they be going for everybody

Pap word law, that shit go for everybody

Fifty niggas wit' me and I'm shooting for everybody

Hop out on yo' block, get to shooting at everybody

Glock got more hit than that It Man nigga

I can't come off the bench, I'm not a sixth man nigga

Drac' take him down like quicksand in it

Car go too fast, you can't get that nigga

Shot at an opp and I missed that nigga

I was mad as the fuck, shoulda hit that nigga

I got dogshit on me, Mike Vick ass nigga

Hang the stick out the car, this bitch get to hitting like Steven Seagal

Topshelf weed, what I smoke from a jar

I'm real DrugRxch, bitch I don't got a job

Make a bitch kiss the ring like The Don

I feel like I got a lot of frozen water on

It's a Cartier wrist, not the Rollie Pollie arm

Not one place I don't go without my gun

Knock it out the park, catch a hole in one

Faceshot Gang, when we hit him, we know he done

Me and my Glock like Bond and the golden gun

Love my Glock, I said "Bae, you the only one"

She said "You lying, the Drac' the one you really want"