Been Trill

This one’s for the real niggas that’s been trill
Bad bitches, got a lot of ‘em, ‘cause I’m so ill
Rosé, we need more bottles, finna get real
We catching flights, you catching feels
Are you mad still?
Pass the marijuana, to the back of the G5
Then I wrecked, nigga you ain’t get an invite?
Versace, Medusa, iced out
On my buck a ho, like fuck it though
See these kicks I paid double for
They dripping down to the met ball
See these checks I go hustle for
I barely sleep, I’m on call
My from NY to UK and it’s shut down
Trapstar hat with an off-white fit
My niggas’ll run up on you if you fucking with the clique
You ain’t even got to ask, your girl know I’m the shit
Tell them why you mad, it’s money I’m gon' get
This one’s for the real niggas that’s been trill
Bad bitches, got a lot of ‘em, ‘cause I’m so ill
Rosé, we need more bottles, finna get real
We catching flights, you catching feels
Are you mad still?
Met ball, block party, same shit
Met ball, block party, same clique
Never make a change
I bet every nigga let you know I ain’t switch
Never make a change
I bet every nigga let you know you ain’t shit
The king of the slick talk
It’s keeping ‘em pissed off
For thinking of Chris Paul
Your team getting clipped off
In the spot too deep
And I got a Tyra Banks look-a-like in this motherfucker
It’s a celebration when I’m here
Shit I got ‘em looking right in this motherfucker
This one’s for the real niggas that’s been trill
Bad bitches, got a lot of ‘em, ‘cause I’m so ill
Rosé, we need more bottles, finna get real
We catching flights, you catching feels
Are you mad still?
Are you mad still?
Tell 'em why you mad
Are you mad still?
Tell 'em why you mad
Are you mad still?
Tell 'em why you mad
Are you mad still?
Tell 'em why you mad