"TRIS" lyrics

(TRIPLE B3AM)
Woah

Woah, lettuce, bread, chips, casino
I'ma finna fuck on a freak ho
Bad bitch, she want a foursome with three hoes
D. Rose, bitch, I'ma shoot from the three, fuck a free-throw
Mexico plug, I need me my kilos
Woah, she got a big fat ass, I'm in love with her feet though
I told her, "I cheat on you, how did you cheat on me though?"
RP 30 on 30, I eat those
What the fuck? Nigga, you don't get no bankroll
Hood rich, bitch, I'm too street like Bankroll
Cybertruck camo wrapped like a tank though
This TRAPHOUSE BENTLEY, go hard in the paint, ho
In the trap house Bentley, sip syrup like maple
You a thot, fuck do you bring to the table?
You could call me what you want, but I ain't broke
You could say that shit some pressure, it ain't though
Rolls Royce Phantom, hop out like the damn Pope
Is you dumb? You tried to climb with no damn rope
No gun? Y'all ain't no shooters, ain't shootin' shit
Better run, y'all snitch with a mouth like Ludacris
I'm new to something, but shit, I ain't new to this
Bad bitch, she fuckin' just 'cause she seen the wrist
Solo, I hit a headshot, no assist
TRAPHOUSE BENTLEY, bitch, I'm finna pour the Tris