Trisiana by Kankan Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kankan]
Yeah!
I'm in LA with DJ Phat we sipping
Kicking shit with blue you know he cripping
I got racks lil now ho I ain't tripping
Brand new Chrome Hearts on that shit cost a ticket
We got a catch lil nigga we ain't missing
Wick keep 2 poles nigga like he goin fishing
I'm in the H lil' nigga yeah just to kick shit
Hell nah nigga yeen' slay you can't kick it (No)
Fell in love with Trisiana yeah I tried to kick it
Going on the Navy Fed yeah we finna hit it
Walk up in Chrome Hearts finna spend a ticket
I got racks now lil' bitch I get it (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Summrs]
Whoa, Whoa!
How you expect to make a hit, you over there missing
Trisiana in my cup okay yeah im sipping
Can't get no addy out I can't get caught slipping
All me and Wick do is play with them benjis
Yeah, turn a nigga to some Runtz blow 'em like a chimney
Bitch im higher than the sun im higher than the ceilin'
I feel like Rino F Baby nigga no ceilings
Speeding in a Mercedez nigga no ceiling
What's the point of goin to college when I had a plan
What's the point of shopping yeen got bands
Slidin in the C4 3-matic sedan
Bitch we in the fuckin hills in Tarzana
Imma fuck you off a pill maybe a Xan
Pull up in the fucking Phantom
Yuh, yuh
What's that on my Glock? Drum
What's the over there? Chump
I got hella bread, no crumb
Niggas be havin me dead for nothing
G43 with a laser
Niggas talk more than Alexa
I'm smoking on some pressure
I've been ahead of my time, catchup
Yeah!
I'm in LA with DJ Phat we sipping
Kicking shit with blue you know he cripping
I got racks lil now ho I ain't tripping
Brand new Chrome Hearts on that shit cost a ticket
We got a catch lil nigga we ain't missing
Wick keep 2 poles nigga like he goin fishing
I'm in the H lil' nigga yeah just to kick shit
Hell nah nigga yeen' slay you can't kick it (No)
Fell in love with Trisiana yeah I tried to kick it
Going on the Navy Fed yeah we finna hit it
Walk up in Chrome Hearts finna spend a ticket
I got racks now lil' bitch I get it (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Summrs]
Whoa, Whoa!
How you expect to make a hit, you over there missing
Trisiana in my cup okay yeah im sipping
Can't get no addy out I can't get caught slipping
All me and Wick do is play with them benjis
Yeah, turn a nigga to some Runtz blow 'em like a chimney
Bitch im higher than the sun im higher than the ceilin'
I feel like Rino F Baby nigga no ceilings
Speeding in a Mercedez nigga no ceiling
What's the point of goin to college when I had a plan
What's the point of shopping yeen got bands
Slidin in the C4 3-matic sedan
Bitch we in the fuckin hills in Tarzana
Imma fuck you off a pill maybe a Xan
Pull up in the fucking Phantom
Yuh, yuh
What's that on my Glock? Drum
What's the over there? Chump
I got hella bread, no crumb
Niggas be havin me dead for nothing
G43 with a laser
Niggas talk more than Alexa
I'm smoking on some pressure
I've been ahead of my time, catchup