Trappa - 4s of tris (feat. 448 Rolls) Lyrics

Oh shit
Who got the pops
Somebody go get some pops
We gon' pour foes

Foes of the tris
I hope the road get me rich
I run that shit
I done got known for this shit

Bows in the crib, two hoes and it's lit
They know what it is , I ain't take long with the flip
Foes of the tris
We pourin' foes of the tris
Something like the Trish, cause I'm always drippin
Goated round this bitch , they know I'm consistent
It's only Tuesdays, this week, gotta flip the pigeon
Folks done scored made up from all the times of missing

In them kicks, Reefy got gettin' real expensive
Niggas mad I'm winnin', now I can feel the tension
I'm on my third watch, third crib, third chain
They done f*cked up, let me in the bird line

You hear them chains on my neck, that's the 50 piece
Any bitch around this bitch, I bet they heard of me
Bag in, nigga, ain't no niggas servin' me
For them trippin' out this bitch, causin' emergencies

Foes of the tris
I hope the road get me rich
I run that shit
I done got known for this shit

Bows in the crib, two hoes in his lit
They know what it is ,I ain't take long with the flip
Foes of the tris
We pourin' foes of the tris

All this f*ckin' lean, feel like I'm overdosing
I got a script of 15s like Nicola jokic
I don't pop, but I know who want it
They been knew I had racks, I done got known to blow em

I bopped out Helmut lang in and the pole was showing ,
Pourin' phones, growing' up, my big homies rollin' 4s
I hope the road get me rich, shit, I know I'm close
Figure I can get the most money if I go the most

Always knew , I could ball, had to show the coach
I wanna get rich, had to grow up broke
I'm a young trap nigga, got my own approach
I had to sell them folks that poison, cause they want it done

Foes of the tris
I hope the road get me rich
I run that shit
I done got known for this shit

Bows in the crib, two hoes and it's lit
They know what it is, i ain't take long with the flip
Foes of the tris
Foes of the tris