Lyrics to Triler
Bitch! Wow
What the fuck?
Alright
Bitch!
Man, what the fuck?

I just keep gettin' richer, and niggas just keep hatin' on me
They don't know I hit they bitches, nigga, God my witness
I gotta keep me a pistol, make 'em dance like a Triller
I ain't never said I was a killer, but if a nigga try me, I'ma kill him

I ain't record no accidentals, we used to ride in rentals
In the back of a sprinter, with a chopstick like I'm 'bout to go to dinner
I'm on the block every day like a center
Custom my whip, 5K for a fender
Take all the money off your card, I'm a trickster
She suck my dick, now she think I'ma kiss her
Shoot a lil' nigga like, "Pow" Right in the kisser
He on the floor like "Ah" Damn, I know that shit hurt
Whippin' the pot, right with the mixer
She bring drinks in the club, she think I'ma tip her
This bitch hit, damn, she need a fix-up
Lame ass niggas on the Gram, they just dick suck
In the hood with my ice, nigga, I ain't puttin' shit up
Said that I'm broke, you just makin' shit up
Ran out of Wok, need to fill up my cup
Yeah she got a nigga, he a lil' ass crumb
Nigga, I ain't sippin' no-no pints
I'ma grab some more [?] pokin' shit up
Nigga, sendin' my weed overnight
I ain't waitin' all days, you can pay that fee
'Bout to scoop this cash on the way to the east
Everybody with me gettin' plated at the feast
My OG was right when she said, "Don't play in the street"
Bake a nigga ass, I don't play with no beef
Fuck it, I'ma keep on scorin' 'cause the opps like defense
Trap more crowded than the Miami beaches
Nigga, he ain't ballin', he just sittin' on the bleachers
Yeah, he be over there with the teachers
Damn, boy your money little like Caesars
When I'm on the block, niggas treat me like Jesus

I just keep gettin' richer, and niggas just keep hatin' on me
They don't know I hit they bitches, nigga, God my witness
I gotta keep me a pistol, make 'em dance like a Triller
I ain't never said I was a killer, but if a nigga try me, I'ma kill him