Negga

Me and Andrew eichel, we gon’ pull up on a nigga

Coleton may it's not yo’ day, you gon’ feel me pull the trigga’

Hop out of that black truck. We got switched automatics

Up that bitch, it's loaded fully, shit go down it's gon’ get tragic

Pull a rabbit out my hat, you disappear they think it's magic

Had that nigga on his knees, nigga went straight to fanatic

That's yo’ bitch she gotta go

Flip a bitch, I upped the sco’

Ride till ten back to the crib, that's when Andrew bang some mo’

Just know I ain't finna let shit go, we shootout the conasto’

After that load up the truck, shot his leg this nigga fucked

He tried to run ran outa luck, he can't run he sittin duck

Been in that field, I ain't a rook’

You fat as hell go read a book

Wear that chain around my crib, just like yo’ shoes it's gon’ get took

Me and Andrew we don't play, we let that glizzy spray

We could do this shit all day

Stay in yo’ place or stay away

Ask me ‘bout my daily pay, bitch how much you fuckin’ weigh

You could weigh down Santa's sleigh

Ho ho ho yo bitch my main

Smokin’ these blunts straight to the face

I hope god will give you grace, you'll get none from trilo j

Bitch we spin and leave no trace, I rap so fast think we in mother fuckin’ fucking’ race

Negga