"Trio" lyrics
(This is a Jay Johnson production)
Ayo, Stan, ayy, Dee, we gotta fuck this bitch up
What up, Jay?
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Crip Walking out the bank like I'm Blueface
Fuck hoes, I swear every bitch two-faced
Pray to God everyday, I can't lose faith
Push the pedal to the max, I can't use brakes
I don't cheat, I turn up when I start losing
Ninety-nine with the blick, bro a sharp shooter
Should be in Yale, really was a smart student
Now I'm a well known stolen credit card user
Niggas hate, the K next to me like L
Fuck hitting notes, I can make this bitch yell (On God)
I done seen some shit that I know I can't tell (Shh)
I got off my ass, I wasn't wishing in no well
Adam22 with it, you is not shooting (No Jumper)
Send a shot dawg way, we is not hooping
Could really start a empire, I am not Lucious
I was raised to be a winner, dawg, I am not losing
New stick got more kick than a sneaker con
Ran him down, I forgot that the beam was on
Just fucked Apple up, RIP Steven Jobs
AMEX burnt, finna see what the Visas on
Bitch, I been [?] on me, RIP Dex
Bitch say I got drip-drip, I used to rock Mex
It's a daily grind, nigga, I can't even spill the rest
I hate being questioned, I can't even take a test
Made a way pushing keys like I'm Beethoven
Running twenty-four hours, yo bitch stay open
I don't want the deal if I can't sign gang on it
If my boys don't eat, I won't put my name on it
Bitch, you a freak, you ain't gotta lie
Beam in the scope, boy, this lil' bitch modified
Ain't a free throw, the crackhead just shot a line
Up MAG and let it sing like it's up on Spotify
Scared of niggas, out here living like Jodee
Sick I came [?] while she finna ride my pony
Took her to the hood, she ain't never had Coney
I ain't have a big bro, I looked up to Tony
I just fucked the Lodge up in the turbo Scat
Tryna lift a heavy check? You gon' hurt yo back
Put my trust in a bitch and got hurt for that
Fuck you, don't come back around if you turned yo back
And to my dawgs, I'd die for y'all
Punched a first class trip then I'm flying off
She say, "Tron, you talk wet the entire song"
Last Airbender with the chop, throwing fire balls
I ain't gon' lie, two hoes, I'm so scared of y'all
She dove in, drip and said cannonball
I ain't tryna fuck, why yo panties off?
Call me "Dee Neutron", I fuck then I'm blasting off
Cookie had me on the Moon, Armstrong
Reaching anywhere for the pape' like my arms long
Emboss God, I ain't never punched a card wrong
In the store with slides, tryna not to play my cards wrong
Up the 40 and the.9er, Jerry Rice
I'll let this bitch sing a little, Berry White
3 AM self-scanning, that's a scary sight
AF1 crackheads, I'ma only wear 'em twice
Nigga say he on my head like some fucking lice
I laugh at his ass and said get a life
I love to fuck hoes, I can't get a wife
Call ShittyBoyz, I ain't gon' lie, we can get you right
Nigga, we could get you right
Get you right
Ayo, Stan, ayy, Dee, we gotta fuck this bitch up
What up, Jay?
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Crip Walking out the bank like I'm Blueface
Fuck hoes, I swear every bitch two-faced
Pray to God everyday, I can't lose faith
Push the pedal to the max, I can't use brakes
I don't cheat, I turn up when I start losing
Ninety-nine with the blick, bro a sharp shooter
Should be in Yale, really was a smart student
Now I'm a well known stolen credit card user
Niggas hate, the K next to me like L
Fuck hitting notes, I can make this bitch yell (On God)
I done seen some shit that I know I can't tell (Shh)
I got off my ass, I wasn't wishing in no well
Adam22 with it, you is not shooting (No Jumper)
Send a shot dawg way, we is not hooping
Could really start a empire, I am not Lucious
I was raised to be a winner, dawg, I am not losing
New stick got more kick than a sneaker con
Ran him down, I forgot that the beam was on
Just fucked Apple up, RIP Steven Jobs
AMEX burnt, finna see what the Visas on
Bitch, I been [?] on me, RIP Dex
Bitch say I got drip-drip, I used to rock Mex
It's a daily grind, nigga, I can't even spill the rest
I hate being questioned, I can't even take a test
Made a way pushing keys like I'm Beethoven
Running twenty-four hours, yo bitch stay open
I don't want the deal if I can't sign gang on it
If my boys don't eat, I won't put my name on it
Bitch, you a freak, you ain't gotta lie
Beam in the scope, boy, this lil' bitch modified
Ain't a free throw, the crackhead just shot a line
Up MAG and let it sing like it's up on Spotify
Scared of niggas, out here living like Jodee
Sick I came [?] while she finna ride my pony
Took her to the hood, she ain't never had Coney
I ain't have a big bro, I looked up to Tony
I just fucked the Lodge up in the turbo Scat
Tryna lift a heavy check? You gon' hurt yo back
Put my trust in a bitch and got hurt for that
Fuck you, don't come back around if you turned yo back
And to my dawgs, I'd die for y'all
Punched a first class trip then I'm flying off
She say, "Tron, you talk wet the entire song"
Last Airbender with the chop, throwing fire balls
I ain't gon' lie, two hoes, I'm so scared of y'all
She dove in, drip and said cannonball
I ain't tryna fuck, why yo panties off?
Call me "Dee Neutron", I fuck then I'm blasting off
Cookie had me on the Moon, Armstrong
Reaching anywhere for the pape' like my arms long
Emboss God, I ain't never punched a card wrong
In the store with slides, tryna not to play my cards wrong
Up the 40 and the.9er, Jerry Rice
I'll let this bitch sing a little, Berry White
3 AM self-scanning, that's a scary sight
AF1 crackheads, I'ma only wear 'em twice
Nigga say he on my head like some fucking lice
I laugh at his ass and said get a life
I love to fuck hoes, I can't get a wife
Call ShittyBoyz, I ain't gon' lie, we can get you right
Nigga, we could get you right
Get you right
Writer(s): James Edward Perkins
