2 Lines of Tris

[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Ayy, shoutout Jack for this beat too, man
Yeah, yeah
[In L.A., I make it yeah?]
[Um, big drum, um?]
[Keep you as my witness?]
We brought the Westside to the West Coast
Westside shit, ayy

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a shot that I don't miss
Why my phone'll fill of texts with bitches I don't miss?
Had to leave her 'lone and she been mad 'cause I don't kiss

[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Stop tryna ride my wave, niggas lame, they don't get paid
You went out of your way for that bitch, she said she gay
I got diamonds sittin' across my neck, don't need no light to glist
Tryna find me up somewhere, countin' the money with your bitch
She suck me too good, she tryna makе sure I don't leave
Lil' boy thought hе was smokin' that gas until he found the seed
Lil' bitch, I go by M-O-B
Some of my clothes be Japanese
She wanna fuck me, I can see
Gave her a job like her name Steve

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a shot that I don't miss
Why my phone'll fill of texts with bitches I don't miss?
Had to leave her 'lone and she been mad 'cause I don't kiss

[Verse 2: 10cellphones]
Baby, I just wanna fuck, I'ma mark you, I'm a lease
You been suckin' dick and no, I do not wanna kiss
I payed attention to these hatin' ass hoes, it made me sick
I been busy runnin' up a bag, yeah, they talkin' shit
Cash out at Neiman Marcus, yeah, you know I got it in
That nigga down bad, he need a Vicodin (Vicodin)
I'm on the West coast, I might pull up, big body Benz (Big body)
Niggas lookin' from the outside, we can't invite 'em in (No, no)

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a shot that I don't miss
Why my phone'll fill of texts with bitches I don't miss?
Had to leave her 'lone and she been mad 'cause I don't kiss