Lyrics to Trifecta
Turnt the fuck up, burnt the fuck out, I'm swirling off a fucking burnout
Cup is purple as a turnip, pull up, serve you, then I skirt out
Got some [?] in the [?], I'm just waiting on the turnout
Workout gots me for itself, like I can barely get the word out
Woke the fuck up, got the fuck out, grab the slugger off the dugout
In my lane, don't hit a blinker, make a turn, see how it turn out
Fucked around and threw a road chow, pulling out my brubba turpos Dumping cookies like I'm burned out, I'm the reason L.A. burned down
For the guys I [?], ducking, dodging, front of jump out
Trapped forever, I prefer not, Glock tucked, that's why my shirt out
Northwest return [?], next timе and they was letting it chirp out
James Colе they was letting that hearse out
Tell him crash and I bet he'll swerve out
In and out 11, that's at the bird house
Third block on the left is the first house
Every player's the first down, when I get a new bag and I ditch the workout
Nigga ran off, he in the church now
Drunk rose, been a [?] out
Bitch she turnt up, really turned down
With a garb of pussy in her dirt mouth
Lemon yellow Lamborghinis, skating Christian Yamaguchi
Shooters looking for a leading role, we 'bout to drop a movie
Big shipper, turn to Ted [?], hit a Michigan [?]
In the kitchen mixing Scooby, kick flipping like I'm Tunechi
[?], what's your head if you fucking with my brother Mooch?
Something like I'm [?]
It broke my heart that that bitch fuck with goofies, Is she stupid?
Now I'm chipped up like it's bingo, thumbin' through a double blues
Timbre said to Primo, I been pinchin' like a jingle
If I send him a rip man Winkle, he gon' chip you like a Pringle
Dope a tennis and his single, he gon' hit it with a needle
I'ma hit it for my people, a gorilla when it's needed
I want Marvel on my collar tops
[?] on my ceilings and merceau in a deposit box
An iron just a creaser
Hundred thousand on two pieces, I ain't tryna ride no leases
Windows 10 to 5 percent, but my Sprite look kinda pinkish
I'm movin' slow, they want the speed, sip my cup and roll some weed
I tripled up then poured a three, I'm skirting off, pull up low-key
Gelato, Senate, potpourri, extra plate it overeat
Salado, Salek, I'm balkin' bacon, hit his eggs over easy
Put his face all on the tee, he left the ghetto 0 and 3
Did it with no skis, so niggas can't help but to notice me
Find a new spot and take it over, let me hold the key
Riding dirty but the work clean, I got OCD
Lemon yellow Lamborghinis, skating Christian Yamaguchi
Shooters looking for a leading role, we 'bout to drop a movie
Big shipper, turn to Ted [?], hit a Michigan [?]
In the kitchen mixing Scooby, kick flipping like I'm Tunechi
[?], what's your head if you fucking with my brother Mooch?
Something like I'm [?]
It broke my heart that that bitch fuck with goofies, Is she stupid?
Now I'm chipped up like it's bingo, thumbin' through a double blues
Cup is purple as a turnip, pull up, serve you, then I skirt out
Got some [?] in the [?], I'm just waiting on the turnout
Workout gots me for itself, like I can barely get the word out
Woke the fuck up, got the fuck out, grab the slugger off the dugout
In my lane, don't hit a blinker, make a turn, see how it turn out
Fucked around and threw a road chow, pulling out my brubba turpos Dumping cookies like I'm burned out, I'm the reason L.A. burned down
For the guys I [?], ducking, dodging, front of jump out
Trapped forever, I prefer not, Glock tucked, that's why my shirt out
Northwest return [?], next timе and they was letting it chirp out
James Colе they was letting that hearse out
Tell him crash and I bet he'll swerve out
In and out 11, that's at the bird house
Third block on the left is the first house
Every player's the first down, when I get a new bag and I ditch the workout
Nigga ran off, he in the church now
Drunk rose, been a [?] out
Bitch she turnt up, really turned down
With a garb of pussy in her dirt mouth
Lemon yellow Lamborghinis, skating Christian Yamaguchi
Shooters looking for a leading role, we 'bout to drop a movie
Big shipper, turn to Ted [?], hit a Michigan [?]
In the kitchen mixing Scooby, kick flipping like I'm Tunechi
[?], what's your head if you fucking with my brother Mooch?
Something like I'm [?]
It broke my heart that that bitch fuck with goofies, Is she stupid?
Now I'm chipped up like it's bingo, thumbin' through a double blues
Timbre said to Primo, I been pinchin' like a jingle
If I send him a rip man Winkle, he gon' chip you like a Pringle
Dope a tennis and his single, he gon' hit it with a needle
I'ma hit it for my people, a gorilla when it's needed
I want Marvel on my collar tops
[?] on my ceilings and merceau in a deposit box
An iron just a creaser
Hundred thousand on two pieces, I ain't tryna ride no leases
Windows 10 to 5 percent, but my Sprite look kinda pinkish
I'm movin' slow, they want the speed, sip my cup and roll some weed
I tripled up then poured a three, I'm skirting off, pull up low-key
Gelato, Senate, potpourri, extra plate it overeat
Salado, Salek, I'm balkin' bacon, hit his eggs over easy
Put his face all on the tee, he left the ghetto 0 and 3
Did it with no skis, so niggas can't help but to notice me
Find a new spot and take it over, let me hold the key
Riding dirty but the work clean, I got OCD
Lemon yellow Lamborghinis, skating Christian Yamaguchi
Shooters looking for a leading role, we 'bout to drop a movie
Big shipper, turn to Ted [?], hit a Michigan [?]
In the kitchen mixing Scooby, kick flipping like I'm Tunechi
[?], what's your head if you fucking with my brother Mooch?
Something like I'm [?]
It broke my heart that that bitch fuck with goofies, Is she stupid?
Now I'm chipped up like it's bingo, thumbin' through a double blues
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