DOMO

DOMO - Trilla lyrics

rate me

They think I knew about what’s up and what was chiller

He was on that 80’s baby, I was born in 90’s nigga

Classic 2009 now little monkeys turn gorillas

Pussy niggas shiver and they know they need a winner

Man that nigga better grip up or just slip up if you wanna

Living in a city known for stick ups, see them kids up on the corner

And you wouldn’t want a war, this is just a warning

Round here niggas banging till the morning

Sleep on while he yawning

I remember couldn’t find a job, couldn’t find a god

Then I found the god, I found the guy

Then I found the 9,

If money change you, then I’m out my mind

I was alpha mind, left he school of hard knox

And get stepped right in the columbine

My phone ring from a number that was blocked

Come around the block, my homie that just got about the box

Hey yo, I got a plot, that Spanish nigga snitching got me knocked

We gonn rush the spot, first I gotta make a drop

Get him asking one to make it hot

Grab the safe and break the lock

If that nigga hick a bam will make him drop

I’m muslim but I’ve learned to sell on bakin pop

Sound like undercover, pick the cookie, cops is taking shots

I’m loosing focus, make it stop

Let me hit the blunt and take a shot

I told that nigga chel we gonn stake out and just lay low

And he ain’t gotta get it, if he just gave up the pesos

He said ok, if you say so, his girl from around the way though

She told me where he stayo, was a ...

Got some money and some yayo

[Hook]

They say you change when you get a little money

My niggas change but we ain’t got nothing

By any means a nigga gotta eat something

Living in the jungle, you got hunt or be hunted

You see the problem we starving, now be wailing like tarzan

Plus I swear I been through all the trees from Brooklyn to harlem

I’m sorry mama for the drama, but I gotta live

I’m broken, gotta get up out of here,

Something gotta give

So would I run upon the day, for fuck bout if he got some kids

Run your pockets for I cockers...live

For this paper, ...anywhere no chaser

I’m playing with the laser

[Hook]

They say you change when you get a little money

My niggas change but we ain’t got nothing

By any means a nigga gotta eat something

Living in the jungle, you got hunt or be hunted.

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