Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40oz, artist - Trizz. Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
40oz |
| Yeah, just because I always do this exchange |
| Look, aye, yeah |
| Rhymes in my head as siphon through this mail |
| You know description on the prescription it’s dimes in my bed |
| She was left for dead, left the sheets all red |
| Fell asleep, we discrete and delete, all thread |
| I’m addicted to these bitches, ah man |
| Oh damn you can’t face a bitch we breaking all bread |
| Yow the posse’s locked, scared to come across us |
| Paranoid author cause I smoke like |
| Yeah we get it poppin they count on us to pop shit |
| BBP bitch where money is the object |
| It ain’t no other option if bitches start robbing |
| Make it fast then get the cash and then start robbing |
| I’ve always been about it, just ask who I ride around with |
| The same niggas with me the same niggas I’m down with |
| I’m getting paid, getting laid and changing outfits |
| Niggas don’t change but really ain’t even ‘bout shit nigga |
| I got a 40oz of liquor |
| I’m gonna pour up with your sister |
| An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher |
| Just me and all my niggas |
| And just me and all my bitches |
| They beg us to come and kick it |
| Cause niggas know how we get it |
| I got a 40oz of liquor |
| I’m gonna pour up with your sister |
| An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher |
| Just me and all my niggas |
| And just me and all my bitches |
| They beg us to come and kick it |
| Cause niggas know how we get it |
| I ain’t fucking with you lame niggas |
| I won’t come around, don’t fuck around |
| Just hack up all the lines nigga |
| And I ain’t fucking with no lame bitches |
| There ain’t no come around |
| Don’t around unless money on the way with you |
| Dang young rapper up on the wave nigga |
| And now I hop up off the bands and drink my sunny Gucci babe Winnie |
| But damn these haters in my face tripping |
| I think I need to keep the blade I’m cutting heads off the snakes with it |
| And now they talk about racism |
| They always talk about the rage and then lock us in a cage, finished |
| You always with the glitz and glamour but you never with the action |
| Wanna talk be real with you then face the truth |
| Now I’m post to put my feet up in the traffic |
| In the back throwing bags with my slaps on the tracklist |
| And all you niggas fake trap shit |
| You making drug music but you being drugged by a rap bitch |
| And all the hittas know I’m dabbed in |
| The black kids to the Latins, the Asians and they rad friends |
| A big booty black bitch in a black Benz |
| Baggin up the bundles by the bay in the back lit |
| Trizz done got me back on rap shit |
| I need the Forbes list, the fat crib, the ‘Rrari and the catfish |
| My momma told me that I had gifts |
| I hit the scene and then grab quick |
| I’m back on the attack bitch |
| I got a 40oz of liquor |
| I’m gonna pour up with your sister |
| An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher |
| Just me and all my niggas |
| And just me and all my bitches |
| They beg us to come and kick it |
| Cause niggas know how we get it |
| I got a 40oz of liquor |
| I’m gonna pour up with your sister |
| An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher |
| Just me and all my niggas |
| And just me and all my bitches |
| They beg us to come and kick it |
| Cause niggas know how we get it |
| Nigga, yeah that shit hard |