Spilt by Trellion Lyrics

Yo, I dont like doing anything
But this beat feels like I’m doing heroin
I think my IQ’s developing
I know this may seem very real
But this is one high that you'll never feel
This ain’t done correct, this is dumb at it’s best
I hope you’re unimpressed
Rainy days get pissed away
I’d say so’ething but I ain’t got shit to say
I don’t like you, fish fillet
But we can get this money, same shit different day
I’ve always got a little horsie on my zip
Word to Retch and Da$h, we stay polosporting in the whip
Plus I got that sticky chronic if you want it
Just licked a profit at the Chicken Cottage
Onstage with a Tec trynna talk to fans
Okay I get it, the more I shoot the more they dance
With this G shit I’m more advanced
I stole your son’s BMX and won the Tour De France
It don’t matter how tall you stand
You going down easy like Rivaldo with the corner flag
Shit, we ain’t supporting jack
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Who would’ve thought that we brought it back?