TROLLZ Lyrics – 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj
Singer: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj
Title: TROLLZ
Sad Pony
Watch mhm Glock mhm
Cocked mhm got it mhm
You need that I got it this cash my pockets
The ‘Cat one hundred you need that I got it
Need it got it cash pockets
Bands on me sticks on me
You need that I got it this cash my pockets
The ‘Cat one hundred you need that
Yeah she like how I throw them racks
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep on throwin’ that cash
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep on throwin’ that a**
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Benz truck in the back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I know you don’t like me
You wanna fight me
You don’t want no problems
At your party don’t invite me
I don’t worry ’bout you n**gas
Please stop talking ’bout me
Always talking ’bout me
‘Cause you looking for the clouty
6ix-nina the 9ine-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
Baby got that Aquafina it’s cocaina
Smoking on that OG reefer no TMZ-a
Forgiatos on a Benz truck
Make her friends f**k
Told her she could get Chane
If she let my friends f**k
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce
It got red guts wait hold up nah
I still don’t give a f**k
Vroom vroom G5 vroom vroom we high
You the type of n**ga that I never wanna be like
You a type of b**ch that will never get a reply
Hi hater bye hater vroom
Yeah she like how I throw them racks
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep on throwin’ that cash
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep on throwin’ that a**
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Benz truck in the back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Dollar dollar bill come get her
Even your man know Nickis do it better
I know you don’t like me you wanna fight me
Always on my page never double-tap like me
Baddies to my left and my right
Never chase a corny n**ga put that on my life
Just put it in his face
All this cake he wanted a taste
We sippin’ on that Ace
Itsy-bitsy waist pretty face
Yeah eat it Cookie Monster Ooh
He a slave to this p**sy call me master
Real wet I said Slurp it like it’s pasta
They get nervous
When It’s Nicki on the roster Rrr
Somebody usher this n**ga into a clinic
My flow’s still sick
I ain’t talkin’ a pandemic
I write my own lyrics
A lot of these b**ches gimmicks
They study Nicki style
Now all of them wan’ mimic
Talkin’ ’bout snitches
When it’s snitches in your camp
Never stand alone
You always itchin’ for a stamp
Me I’m still money wrists
Light up like a lamp
They gon’ have to send
They best fighter for the champ
Racks I got ’em Mary I’m poppin’
They keep hatin’ but still watchin’
Check the boards I’m still toppin’
Bustdown or plain jane I got options
It’s a bunch of mini mes
I’m the one they mockin’
Showed you how to get a bag
Now you goin’ shoppin’
When I come out all the
Sneak b**ches start plottin’ plottin’
When I come out it’s a
Sweep b**ches start moppin’
Yeah she like how I throw them racks
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep on throwin’ that cash
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep on throwin’ that a**
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Benz truck in the back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Watch mhm Glock mhm
Cocked mhm got it mhm
If he like I throw it fast
Real fast fast fast
He singin’ my old song yellin’
A** a** a**
They be speedin’ tryna beat me
Then they crash crash crash
Still a hundred like the number
On my dash dash dash
That real a** ain’t keep your n**ga home
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