Trill Mode 歌词

Yeah, yeah, nah-nah, ayy Why you want my fame? Quit the, send the change Ridin' in my coupe, why you want my fame? I know it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my Ayy, fever High, fever (Turn my auto-tune up) Diamonds on my lean though, sanity (Yeah, yeah) Diamonds on my fever Why you in my seat? Diamonds on my fever, sanity Can we beat the odds? Even men will pray But shit still be goin' wrong Got been movin' late, in my place I can't keep calm Everything we say, promises I can't keep on They know where we from, from tats on my face and arm 713 code, now they all go trill mode Ice my teeth, my ears, now my tongue feel froze If we see a lick, we gon' hit it, yeah, I go I don't need your bitch, I got fifty-four mo' Keep it in her lip, she gon' lick the snow globe One hand on my hip, grippin' on the bankroll Took her on a trip, snatched her off the damn pole