Trunks - Gotrillas lyrics

[Intro: Yung White Boy] Yuh Yuh Ya boy Yung White Boy [Verse 1: Yung White Boy] Primo weed and expensive clothes Supreme and lean stains on my robe Weed packed on overload Leaving pussies Comatose I'm coasted up f** what you heard b**h we posted up Don't need no motherf**in' posters bruh We just pulling up or we pulling fronts Packing bowls like we moving out Sell ya girl for a high amount Or a higher check Give me a high effect f** the IRS they taxin' All this weed that i'm stackin' Man i'm straight relaxin' And f** all of that action Don't be talking mad sh** Cause you know all of them words are plastic [Verse 2: Al Gnossous] Gnossous, Gnossous Yelling out God No foreplay, who*es play all odd Horse play In bugat' Corsay In the porch-way Have her nets wet as a loofah Rocking Cosby's and poppin' oxy's Ms. Clean kiss me and she fox me Imma rap my a** off, Ya'll f**ers mad soft Imma be rappin' till that motherf**in' cash call Power tripper, tower tipper Tippy top of touching when I Shower strippers, Powder sniffers Bounce there sniff before they sniff the sh** No difference In the sh** between You and your affiliates, Where your Iller sh** Why you quiver b**h Roll my a**, Over those high hats Smoke my gra**, Till lows high as The horizons, who*es ride xan's If my cup runneth over, Pour my flask [Outro: Yung White Boy] 2015 Enjoy Yourself Mixtape Stay in your own lane