Ain’t Nobody Triller

 

trav scot

Still down with the same dogs, man they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We’re still holding that old thing, tryna rob me of it
One time for the trill bitches that’ll let me touch it
I’m papi though, they get it poppin’ with me when I’m out in public
Flyin’ through, I got a young ‘Yonce with an Iggy on her
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it
All these cups and damn, all these hoes, these niggas up to somethin’

 

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