Duffle Bag

Trilly

Compositor: Trilly

Whip it up
I got a duffle bag in my back seat
Stick ‘em up
Know I'ma slide before you slat me
Drip it up
I had a Patek for I bought a house
Cut it up
Trap niggas know just what I'm talking 'bout
Baby
I can’t trust you cause you playing games
Fucking with my gang then we taking aim
Baby
Can’t hear a hater when I'm switching lanes
Fucking with a big dawg
So it’s not the same

Hit 'em myself no CO-D
Dick so dope, she OD
Did it the best, Kobe
And niggas ain’t check on me
But I am cool lonely
I got a cooler on me
I got a heater on me
Chrome Heart and Brioni
Nigga, it’s your fault if you know my name
I got a cold heart but you 'gon feel my pain
Block was super hot but we 'gon make it rain
Wishing they was in the pic cause of my Carti frames
Match that, match that, in the back of the trap, trap
Pass that if she whack, I'ma pass back
I was leaning off the ack and the za pack
Lil nigga, we strapped like mad max
He was Cooking up raw, anthrax
You was fucking with the law, you a damn rat
When you See us at the top 'cause we planned that
Yeah, we planned that nigga aye

Whip it up
I got a duffle bag in my back seat
Stick ‘em up
Know I'ma slide before you slat me
Drip it up
I had a Patek ‘for I bought a house
Cut it up
Trap niggas know just what I'm talking 'bout
Baby
I can’t trust you cause you playing games
Fucking with my gang then we taking aim
Baby
Can’t hear a hater when I'm switching lanes
Fucking with a big dawg
So it’s not the same

Aye
Aye
Fucking with a big dawg
I'm in your city with sticks, yup
I never lack never slip up
Ooh
Only got one life
But when you lit then you live twice
Always on time cause my wrist bright
Ooh
Fly your bitch out, that’s sneaky
Want me to lose, can’t beat me
I kill that song, creepy, sleepy
Rest in peace, in pieces
Pop a whole pill, you need it
Don’t be weak, it’s the weekend
Even out the odds in the evening
& you know my team play defense
You know my team play offense
I was fucking on your bitch real often
She loving my pics, I'm awesome
I get in my groove, you lost 'em
Get in my bop, be cautious
Stay in your lane, we lawless
Stop drinking lean, but I'm saucy
I just popped 3 & I'm nauseous

Whip it up
I got a duffle bag in my back seat
Stick ‘em up
Know I'ma slide before you slat me
Drip it up
I had a Patek ‘for I bought a house
Cut it up
Trap niggas know just what I'm talking 'bout
Baby
I can’t trust you cause you playing games
Fucking with my gang then we taking aim
Baby
Can’t hear a hater when I'm switching lanes
Fucking with a big dawg
So it’s not the same