[Intro: DC2Trill]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
(Bass Kids, answer your motherfuckin' phone, nigga)
Damn
Damn
Yeah, yeah
Damn
[Chorus: DC2Trill]
What the fuck got into these niggas?
I done got into some chicken
Had a Wock' lil' tre and I spilled it
Now I'm stuck with this Trissy
She with me at LIV, he livid
I'm coolin' with bands, no kiddings
I'm the 2T man, I'm serious
Send 'em to pillage a village
She came from Trinity Garden
Came to Hollywood, she a starlet
I roll 'Scotti 24, I don't do no cartridge
Keep these niggas out my way, I ain't givin' no pardons
[Verse 1: DC2Trill]
Stackin' my kit, not supplyin'
Pull up, I'm pressure-applyin'
Don't do Philipp Plein
Decline niggas, I'm on my grind
I showed that one lil' type of nigga, she ignored the signs (Ignored them)
These niggas light on they blue strips, I'm stackin' mine
I done passed up that lil' rabbit, I took my time
What the fuck got into these niggas?
I'm goin' into these millions
I ain't goin' in, I ain't finished
New Icebox, ain't rented
Ice tray for my K, ice tray all these bitches
All this shit exquisite
All these hoes the littest
All the bros, they with it
I got into KeKe
I got into blue strips, then I did a repeat
Few times I was fucked up, I did a 360
Get them glizzies touched up, then I send some blitzes
I will not make her mine, Lil' Moe just need him a Patek
I double up for the static
She do no classy, she ratchet
Turnt up all my peers, real Bloomin, not no Pack Fish
Icebox both my ears, tell me where your cash went
What the fuck happened to your fetti? What the fuck happened to these cats?
I stay locked and ready, ain't no lookin' back
Converse with soldiers, you won't catch me with no rats
Thought he got over 'til I sent he bullshit packs
[Chorus: DC2Trill]
What the fuck got into these niggas?
I done got into some chicken
Had a Wock' lil' tre and I spilled it
Now I'm stuck with this Trissy
She with me at LIV, he livid
I'm coolin' with bands, no kiddings
I'm the 2T man, I'm serious
Send 'em to pillage a village
She came from Trinity Garden
Came to Hollywood, she a starlet
I roll 'Scotti 24, I don't do no cartridge
Keep these niggas out my way, I ain't givin' no pardons
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Ayy, please don't get me started, you know them boys ain't hittin' they targets
Off a G6 in a GT, V12 sound just like a harlot
Me and DC, we just drunk a pint, feel like an alcoholic
I'm glad I betted on myself, I took my chips and I went all in
You broke, is you slow or what? Tell me what you call it
And the stash house got so many dead men, it's haunted (Brr)
And the way we burnt they fuckin' town down, we left wanted (Yeah, for real)
Please don't ever hit my line if you don't want it (For real)
You never open up the spot, the line around the corner (For real)
I ain't rockin' no chain (For real)
A hundred fifty plain jane, left wrist hall of fame (Phew, phew, brr)
Lookin' in the mirror, told myself, "Get the cake"
They ain't gon' believe you 'til you put it in they face (Ayy)
I'ma put it in they face, ayy
[Chorus: DC2Trill]
What the fuck got into these niggas?
I done got into some chicken
Had a Wock' lil' tre and I spilled it
Now I'm stuck with this Trissy
She with me at LIV, he livid
I'm coolin' with bands, no kiddings
I'm the 2T man, I'm serious
Send 'em to pillage a village
She came from Trinity Garden
Came to Hollywood, she a starlet
I roll 'Scotti 24, I don't do no cartridge
Keep these niggas out my way, I ain't givin' no pardons
