Trifecta

[Verse 1: Boldy James, 50 Gwuap Taj & Dave Hill]

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 forevеr, I prefer not, Glock tucked, that's why my shirt out

By northwеst 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

[Chorus: Boldy James, 50 Gwuap Taj & Dave Hill]

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

[Verse 2: Boldy James, 50 Gwuap Taj & Dave Hill]

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 0 and 3

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

[Chorus: Boldy James, 50 Gwuap Taj & Dave Hill]

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