[Intro: Frazier Trill]
I'm selling dope, I'm selling dope, I'm selling dope
I know that you doing your thing (Trill)
You feel me? Ha-ha-ha (Yes, sir)
Smoke big gas, right? For sure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Frazier Trill]
Going crazy in this bitch, hopping out, drip (Drip)
Too much money in this club, tell that n***a, "Tip" (Tip)
Bitches trying to fuck with me, I'll tell that bitch, "Strip" (Strip)
N***a trying to hate on me, I'll let that bitch rip (Blaow)
Hopping out the latest shit, n***as talking crazy shit
Pull up on that 80's shit, home in-fucking-vasion shit

[Chorus: Frazier Trill]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I remember when a n***a didn't miss shit (Didn't miss shit)
We was shooting out the car and we weren't missing (Baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, he wanted smoke and we weren't missing (We weren't missing)
I pull up, pshh, I think that n***a missing (I think he missing, yeah, yeah)
Man, that n***a tripping (Boy, he tripping)
Pull up on you, leave you missing (Leave you missing, baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, I think he tripping (I think he tripping)
Yeah, I'ma pull up, leave you missing (Leave him missing)
Leave him missing, yeah (Missing, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Frazier Trill]
Know so much shit I can't even speak on
N***as talking shit but we won't even see homes
N***a, talk is cheap
We 'bout to sweep the streets
N***a, play for keeps
You know I gotta get it like I'm 'posed to
N***a hating on me, was they hating on the old you?
N***as sweet as tea
Cooking up, ooh-wee (Ooh-wee)
His bitch wanna fuck with me (Ooh-wee)
I'm smoking on some weed (Yeah)
I'm selling dope today (Today)
I'm trapping every day (Day)
These n***as hate, okay (Okay)
I'm pushing up with Yae

[Verse 3: Bermuda Yae]
Huh, I'm pushing up with Trill, know we going, having M&M's
All off in that field, know my n***a really gonna drill
Pouring out the seal, know them youngins now, they drinking beer
Bad bitch over here, yeah, my song, know she wanna hear
Don't fuck with no queers, know my n***a dripping in Moncler
Not having no fears, know lil Yae, he taking flight for real
She wanna fuck on the gang, somebody send that lil' ho a Lyft over here
Bales made it through the mail, young n***a, not even playing, we serving for real, huh
[Chorus: Frazier Trill]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I remember when a n***a didn't miss shit (Didn't miss shit)
We was shooting out the car and we weren't missing (Baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, he wanted smoke and we weren't missing (We weren't missing)
I pull up, pshh, I think that n***a missing (I think he missing, yeah, yeah)
Man, that n***a tripping (Boy, he tripping)
Pull up on you, leave you missing (Leave you missing, baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, I think he tripping (I think he tripping)
Yeah, I'ma pull up, leave you m—

[Outro: Frazier Trill]
Woo, woo (Yeah)
Woo, woo (Yeah)
Woo, woo (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (While the light green, n***a, it's my turn)
Yeah
It's Trill! (Bitch)