Trifecta

Turnt the fuck up, burnt the fuck out

Swervin' off a fuckin' burnout

Cup is purple as a turnip

Pull up, serve you, then I skrrt out

Got some fire in the presser

I'm just waitin' on the turnout

Work I got speak for itself

Like I can barely get the word out

Woke the fuck up, got the fuck out

Grabbed the slugger out the dugout

In my lane, don't hit a blinker

Make a turn, see how it turn out

Fucked around and threw a roach out

Pullin' out my brother Turp house

Dumpin' cookies like I'm burn out

I'm the reason LA burned down

For the guys, I pour the syrup out

Duck and dodge in front of jump out

Trap forever, I prefer not

Glock tucked, that's why my shirt out

By northwest and turn left by Vermont

Nextel, and they was lettin' it chirp out

James Cole, they was lettin' that hearse out

Tell him, "Crash" and I bet he'll swerve out

In and out, left a nest at the bird house

Third block on the left is the first house

Every play is a first down

When I get a new bag and I ditch the workout

That nigga ran off, he in the church now

Drive Rolls, bring the Vert out

Bitch, she turnt up, really turned down

With her garbage pussy and her dirt mouth

Lemon-yellow Lamborghinis

Skatin' Kristi Yamaguchi

Shooters lookin' for a leadin' role

We 'bout to drop a movie

Big shifter, turn to tan cream

Hit a Michigan uey

In the kitchen mixin' Scooby

Kick-flippin' like I'm Tunechi

It's two-seven after I check the deucey

Bust your head

If you fuckin' with my brother Mooch

Somethin' like I'm Lil Meechie

It broke my heart that that bitch fuck with goofies

Is she stupid?

Now I'm chipped up like it's bingo

Thumbin' through a dub of blueys

Ten bricks of that Primo

I been pinchin' like a jingle

If I send him, Rip Van Winkle

He gon' chip you like a Pringle

Don't pretend it's a hit single

He gon' hit it with a needle

I'ma hit it for my people

A gorilla when it's needed

I want marble on my countertops

Cathedral on my ceilings

And merceau in a deposit box

An iron just to crease it

Hundred thousand on two pieces

I ain't tryna ride no leases

Windows tinted five percent

But my Sprite look kinda pinkish

I'm movin' slow, they want the speed

Sip my cup and roll some weed

I tripled up, then poured a three

I'm skrrtin' off, pull up low-key

Gelato-scented potpourri

Extra plated overeat

Salaam alaikum, 'bout this bacon

Hit his egg, it's over-easy

Put his face all on the tee

He left the ghetto o' and three

Did it with no skis

So niggas can't help but to notice me

Find a new spot, take it over

Let me hold the key

Ridin' dirty, but the work clean

I got OCD

Lemon-yellow Lamborghinis

Skatin' Kristi Yamaguchi

Shooters lookin' for a leadin' role

We 'bout to drop a movie

Big shifter, turn to tan cream

Hit a Michigan uey

In the kitchen mixin' Scooby

Kick-flippin' like I'm Tunechi

It's two-seven after I check the deucey

Bust your head

If you fuckin' with my brother Mooch

Somethin' like I'm Lil Meechie

It broke my heart that that bitch fuck with goofies

Is she stupid?

Now I'm chipped up like it's bingo

Thumbin' through a dub of blueys