2 Lines of Tris lyrics

[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Ayy, shoutout Jack for this beat too, man
Yeah, yeah
[In L.A., I make it yeah?]
[Um, big drum, um?]
[Keep you as my witness?]
We brought the Westside to the West Coast
Westside sh*t, ayy

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a shot that I don't miss
Why my phone'll fill of texts with b*tches I don't miss?
Had to leave her 'lone and she been mad 'cause I don't kiss

[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Stop tryna ride my wave, n*ggas lame, they don't get paid
You went out of your way for that b*tch, she said she gay
I got diamonds sittin' across my neck, don't need no light to glist
Tryna find me up somewhere, countin' the money with your b*tch
She suck me too good, she tryna makе sure I don't leave
Lil' boy thought hе was smokin' that gas until he found the seed
Lil' b*tch, I go by M-O-B
Some of my clothes be Japanese
She wanna f*ck me, I can see
Gave her a job like her name Steve
[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a shot that I don't miss
Why my phone'll fill of texts with b*tches I don't miss?
Had to leave her 'lone and she been mad 'cause I don't kiss

[Verse 2: 10cellphones]
Baby, I just wanna f*ck, I'ma mark you, I'm a lease
You been suckin' di*k and no, I do not wanna kiss
I payed attention to these hatin' ass hoes, it made me sick
I been busy runnin' up a bag, yeah, they talkin' sh*t
Cash out at Neiman Marcus, yeah, you know I got it in
That n*gga down bad, he need a Vicodin (Vicodin)
I'm on the West coast, I might pull up, big body Benz (Big body)
n*ggas lookin' from the outside, we can't invite 'em in (No, no)

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred on a shot that I don't miss
Why my phone'll fill of texts with b*tches I don't miss?
Had to leave her 'lone and she been mad 'cause I don't kiss