Trill Sammy Cut It song lyrics

Count Up I just popped me a molly I'm finna turn up

They just passed me some drank I'm finna turn up.

Smokin' that gas on the regular

I can not fuck with you, you regular

Them dollar signs all in my schedule

My tool on my waist I got several

All of my cups they be muddy

All of my bitches be buddies, I want my neck just like buddy

Pour the lean up in a bubbly I'm feelin' like baby

My new bitch she [?] she drive a mercedes

These niggas is shady, so I can not trust 'em

So you know that it's fuck him you see bullets doubling

We comin' like russians I came up from nothing

I came up from dirt you broke and it hurts

Damn you broke and it hurts

You can not smoke what I smoke

I just spent that on a coat

My bread it be coming in loafs my drugs it be comin' on boats

Some of my niggas do rap most of my niggas do trap

Big ole thirty on my lap I just put houston back on the map

Fuck all you niggas that hate me

Cause all of these bitches they love me

Camera flashing up in public

Balenciagas bitch I'm stuntin'

Call for a feature I'm taxin' ball on these niggas no paxon

Fakest rapper you a actress remember sleepin' on a mattress

Damn now six deep in a mansion

Bitches love me cause I'm handsome

Drop the top up on a foreign

Margiela nigga ain't no damn Jordans.