[Intro: YSB Tril]
Woah-oh-oh-ohh
Ya-ya-ya-yaaaa
Yaaaaa-Yaaaa-Yaaaaa

[Chorus: YSB Tril]
Time to max out
Beat her back out
I got shawty's for the team and I got money in the stash house
Off the gas I'm moving slow it got me feelin' like I lagged out
Got lil baby on her knees I had to make that lil bitch gag out
I got big cash we can't split that
I ain't really wit the chit chat ya bitch we flip that
If I want it imma get it know a n***a wit dat
Rockin' Louis with the Prada I'm still drippin' mismatch, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Verse 1: ZaeTheDripster]
We treat that hoe just like a blunt and pass her round after we hit it
We got big guap, try to take we put one in your fitted
Chase the money, chase the money
You can't never take it from me
Run it up, run it up, Spend it
If imma eat, my dawgs gon split it
On my grind now, fuck wit me get slimed out
That bitch thought I was gon cuff her
Gave me brain, she out her mind now
Them oppers seekin', I won't hide now
Come cross me, and you die now
Them n***as want some smoke
I wipe his nose he gotta watch his momma cry now
Ain't no discussion we bussin'
Bitch if I'm shootin', you gushin'
Keepin' it benji while countin' up hunnits
Bitch I'm the shit you can't flush me
I want a milli in twins
So I can't turn nothing to something
I'm with young Trilly and you know the dealy
I feel like a stunna
[Chorus: YSB Tril]
Time to max out
Beat her back out
I got shawty's for the team and I got money in the stash house
Off the gas I'm moving slow it got me feelin' like I lagged out
Got lil baby on her knees I had to make that lil bitch gag out
I got big cash we can't split that
I ain't really wit the chit chat ya bitch we flip that
If I want it imma get it know a n***a wit dat
Rockin' Louis with the Prada I'm still drippin' mismatch, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Verse 2: YSB Tril]
Lets get it started, all you n***as hoes ain't got shit on me
I'm wit drip he got the sauce pack we dripped down to the tee
Never cared about no feelings, never show no L-U-V
On this side you think its sweet, I dare a n***a come and see
On my soul it ain't no games, I never play bout me and mines
Seen the baddest bitch just walkin', swear she fine just like some wine
She say "Trilly he the bestest he be playin' with my spine"
I pull out and she gon drop it, bitch im bussin' like a .9
I got cash foreal
You n***as in last foreal
Some of ya homies and really ya homies
But imma keep that to myself
Too much ice I'm chill
Imma let go of the wheel
I crack me a pint, I roll up some boof
Ya bitch gettin' loose off the pills
[Chorus: YSB Tril]
Time to max out
Beat her back out
I got shawty's for the team and I got money in the stash house
Off the gas I'm moving slow it got me feelin' like I lagged out
Got lil baby on her knees I had to make that lil bitch gag out
I got big cash we can't split that
I ain't really wit the chit chat ya bitch we flip that
If I want it imma get it know a n***a wit dat
Rockin' Louis with the Prada I'm still drippin' mismatch, ah, ah, ah, ah