Trifecta

Lyrics for Trifecta

Turnt the fuck up, burnt the fuck out Swervin' off a fuckin' burnout Cup is purple as a turnip Pull up, serve you, then I skrrt out Got some fire in the presser I'm just waitin' on the turnout Work I got speak for itself Like I can barely get the word out Woke the fuck up, got the fuck out Grabbed the slugger out the dugout In my lane, don't hit a blinker Make a turn, see how it turn out Fucked around and threw a roach out Pullin' out my brother Turp house Dumpin' cookies like I'm burn out I'm the reason LA burned down For the guys, I pour the syrup out Duck and dodge in front of jump out Trap forever, I prefer not Glock tucked, that's why my shirt out By northwest and turn left by Vermont Nextel, and they was lettin' it chirp out James Cole, they was lettin' that hearse out Tell him, "Crash" and I bet he'll swerve out In and out, left a nest at the bird house Third block on the left is the first house Every play is a first down When I get a new bag and I ditch the workout That nigga ran off, he in the church now Drive Rolls, bring the Vert out Bitch, she turnt up, really turned down With her garbage pussy and her dirt mouth Lemon-yellow Lamborghinis Skatin' Kristi Yamaguchi Shooters lookin' for a leadin' role We 'bout to drop a movie Big shifter, turn to tan cream Hit a Michigan uey In the kitchen mixin' Scooby Kick-flippin' like I'm Tunechi It's two-seven after I check the deucey Bust your head If you fuckin' with my brother Mooch Somethin' like I'm Lil Meechie 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 dub of blueys Ten bricks of that Primo I been pinchin' like a jingle If I send him, Rip Van Winkle He gon' chip you like a Pringle Don't pretend it's a hit single He gon' hit it with a needle I'ma hit it for my people A gorilla when it's needed I want marble on my countertops Cathedral on my ceilings And merceau in a deposit box An iron just to crease it Hundred thousand on two pieces I ain't tryna ride no leases Windows tinted five 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 skrrtin' off, pull up low-key Gelato-scented potpourri Extra plated overeat Salaam alaikum, 'bout this bacon Hit his egg, it's over-easy Put his face all on the tee He left the ghetto o' and three Did it with no skis So niggas can't help but to notice me Find a new spot, take it over Let me hold the key Ridin' dirty, but the work clean I got OCD Lemon-yellow Lamborghinis Skatin' Kristi Yamaguchi Shooters lookin' for a leadin' role We 'bout to drop a movie Big shifter, turn to tan cream Hit a Michigan uey In the kitchen mixin' Scooby Kick-flippin' like I'm Tunechi It's two-seven after I check the deucey Bust your head If you fuckin' with my brother Mooch Somethin' like I'm Lil Meechie 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 dub of blueys