Walked In Freestyle by Trillzee Lyrics
(Trillzee)
Look like J back when I walk in the building (R.I.P)
All the broke boys be grillin, cuz they hoes I'm killin
Loc see an op he kill him
Clutcho roll with extension
A1 wheelin and dealin
Ride down your street I'm pillin, in the fiend bug I'm pillin
[Trillzee]
My name tricka-trillz hoe you gots to love me
All of these bitches be actin funny
Wanna fuck Wop cuz he got some money, so much paper I could wrap a mummy
I know her baby dance with a jack-a-flunky, couldn't buy his daughter a pack of huggies
Baby we can fuck you ain't gots to cuff me, ate her cat then its back to the trap with junkies
Walked in the club like its paid in full, I'm the landlord bitch obey the rules
Curry my clip so my banger full, but one shot from this prolly tame a bull
OG Wop, yeah I pay my dues, Lafamil pack we a gang of wolves
Call A1 he gon bang the tool, that nigga snatching souls like he taking shoes
This is the finals we golden state, team full of shooters so know your place
Found where you live then we roam your place, catch bodies then bodies get thrown in lakes
That nigga a sucker I know he fake, call up the drummers I orchestrate
Fuckin her mouth dick broke her face, swallow nut then she hit me with the poker face
[AntLoc]
On the day I got out I was thinkin about coming straight to your house in the fiend bug
With the Glock on my hip and the smith in my hand when you open the door I just mean mug
Mothers and kids get down on the floor, if you do not listen nigga green slugs
I'm outta the kitchen, I'm straight water whipping, just so I conserve on my fiend drug
I just hit a lick, I rob my connect, now I'm the plug
Niggas keep talking while [??] then feelings hoe team up
A1 snatching souls, he's up in the poles, for the love of the bros
Call Wop with the Wop, he load up the chop, then spit on your block
Free the guys and you know its fuck Po Po, double barrel and that shit leave potholes
Imma leave your mother bacon for your oppo, hatch with the Mac shoot a nigga pronto
Money team shot lil bro Honcho, Trey Dukes straight boot on the oppo
Red dot serve a nigga called squacho, king pin nigga you can call me Pablo
[A1]
Big four pound keep gun at all times, I ain't like them niggas that be lying in their rhymes
Call the plug, get the pack, back on my grind, I fuck her and dip cuz she wasting my time
I'm smoking oppers, out my dutchie palma, I won't conversate if he ain't talking commas
Think I shot at you will take it how you wanna, floating niggas thats that toogy with that llama
Open niggas, time to smoke them niggas, thought I told them niggas
They don't really want them problems, never lacking pistol packing, I ain't lying
Ask your main mans what happen when we caught him
Lafamilli really gettin to the chicken shot at rocky make a living out the kitchen
Messin up the pots, I hate them dirty dishes, but it got me where I'm at I'm tryna get it
Every day and night I'm rollin with the pipe, living by the gun you don't know how I'm feelin
Broad daylight I be wheelin and dealin, I'm a dead man walking till somebody kill em'
[Clutcho]
50 bad bitches in my iPhone, we got Saran wrapped bricks in the trap home
I got Mac shells for a nigga backbone, it seem like max flow when niggas get cracked on
Spill lean on my dutch, like I season my blunt and I stay in the cut like some blood that dried up
And the choppa look like it been snowing for month, and the choppa clip look like its loaded with blunts
I can spend then I leave boys break dance, and her head targets cuz I fill about eight caskets
Headshots turn your head to a great basket, they don't spend they pepper sleet when I straight pass it
Boom packs buy weed like I'm a faces, if I be up see you up to still take your shit
Just to let people know that you ain't on shit on some real home hater nor fake bout shit
(Trillzee)
Scalin Saturdays nigga
I know I got talkin bout shit at the end all the time you know its the fuck I do
Most y'all niggas turn it off anyway
Run it back, fuck it, Gang!
Look like J back when I walk in the building (R.I.P)
All the broke boys be grillin, cuz they hoes I'm killin
Loc see an op he kill him
Clutcho roll with extension
A1 wheelin and dealin
Ride down your street I'm pillin, in the fiend bug I'm pillin
[Trillzee]
My name tricka-trillz hoe you gots to love me
All of these bitches be actin funny
Wanna fuck Wop cuz he got some money, so much paper I could wrap a mummy
I know her baby dance with a jack-a-flunky, couldn't buy his daughter a pack of huggies
Baby we can fuck you ain't gots to cuff me, ate her cat then its back to the trap with junkies
Walked in the club like its paid in full, I'm the landlord bitch obey the rules
Curry my clip so my banger full, but one shot from this prolly tame a bull
OG Wop, yeah I pay my dues, Lafamil pack we a gang of wolves
Call A1 he gon bang the tool, that nigga snatching souls like he taking shoes
This is the finals we golden state, team full of shooters so know your place
Found where you live then we roam your place, catch bodies then bodies get thrown in lakes
That nigga a sucker I know he fake, call up the drummers I orchestrate
Fuckin her mouth dick broke her face, swallow nut then she hit me with the poker face
[AntLoc]
On the day I got out I was thinkin about coming straight to your house in the fiend bug
With the Glock on my hip and the smith in my hand when you open the door I just mean mug
Mothers and kids get down on the floor, if you do not listen nigga green slugs
I'm outta the kitchen, I'm straight water whipping, just so I conserve on my fiend drug
I just hit a lick, I rob my connect, now I'm the plug
Niggas keep talking while [??] then feelings hoe team up
A1 snatching souls, he's up in the poles, for the love of the bros
Call Wop with the Wop, he load up the chop, then spit on your block
Free the guys and you know its fuck Po Po, double barrel and that shit leave potholes
Imma leave your mother bacon for your oppo, hatch with the Mac shoot a nigga pronto
Money team shot lil bro Honcho, Trey Dukes straight boot on the oppo
Red dot serve a nigga called squacho, king pin nigga you can call me Pablo
[A1]
Big four pound keep gun at all times, I ain't like them niggas that be lying in their rhymes
Call the plug, get the pack, back on my grind, I fuck her and dip cuz she wasting my time
I'm smoking oppers, out my dutchie palma, I won't conversate if he ain't talking commas
Think I shot at you will take it how you wanna, floating niggas thats that toogy with that llama
Open niggas, time to smoke them niggas, thought I told them niggas
They don't really want them problems, never lacking pistol packing, I ain't lying
Ask your main mans what happen when we caught him
Lafamilli really gettin to the chicken shot at rocky make a living out the kitchen
Messin up the pots, I hate them dirty dishes, but it got me where I'm at I'm tryna get it
Every day and night I'm rollin with the pipe, living by the gun you don't know how I'm feelin
Broad daylight I be wheelin and dealin, I'm a dead man walking till somebody kill em'
[Clutcho]
50 bad bitches in my iPhone, we got Saran wrapped bricks in the trap home
I got Mac shells for a nigga backbone, it seem like max flow when niggas get cracked on
Spill lean on my dutch, like I season my blunt and I stay in the cut like some blood that dried up
And the choppa look like it been snowing for month, and the choppa clip look like its loaded with blunts
I can spend then I leave boys break dance, and her head targets cuz I fill about eight caskets
Headshots turn your head to a great basket, they don't spend they pepper sleet when I straight pass it
Boom packs buy weed like I'm a faces, if I be up see you up to still take your shit
Just to let people know that you ain't on shit on some real home hater nor fake bout shit
(Trillzee)
Scalin Saturdays nigga
I know I got talkin bout shit at the end all the time you know its the fuck I do
Most y'all niggas turn it off anyway
Run it back, fuck it, Gang!